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J-  T  is  acknowledged  by  the  beft  Judges  of 
the  Sacred  Test,  that  the  Book  of  Pfalms, 
in  its  original  Drefs,  is  a  Collection  of  the 
vioft  elevated  and  fub lime  Compofttions  that 
are  to  be  found  in  any  Language  ;  and  it 
has  been  often  lamented,  that  fo  much  of  the 
Piety,  Dignity,  and  Poetic  Excellence  of 
the  Original,  has  been  loft  in  all  the  At- 
ie?npts  that  have  been  yet  made,  to  give  us 
a  literal  Tr an/la t ion  of  it  in  Englifli  Verfe. 
Many  Chriftians  have  alfo  wiftped  to  fee 
the  Sulftance  of  this  excellent  Colieclion, 
cloathed  in  Language  7nore  adapted  to  the 
brighter  Difcoveries  of  the  Go/pel,  and  the 
State  of  the  Chriftian  IVorftiip ;  that 
they  may  be  fung  with  Underftanding  and 
Devotion,  and  thereby  contribute  to  the 
Elevation  and  Improvement  of  the  Chriftian 
Temper.  This  has  been  happily  executed 
by  the  learned  and  pious  Dr.  Watu — and 
the  Pfalms  nvhich  he  omitted,  haze  been 
f applied  by  Mr.  Barlow,  nearly  in  the  fame 
.Spirit  and  Style  ;  and  ail  local  References, 
which  were  found  in  Z)r.Watts\r  Imitation, 
have  been  carefully  altered,  fo  as  to 
the  Compojition  better  adapted  to  the  Cir- 
cw'ftances  in  every  Country. 


A  TABLE  to  find  any  PSALM 
by  the  firft  Line, 

V'   A     '"■■*  Page 

AL  L  ye  that  love  the  Lord  rejoice  303 

Almighty  Ruler  of  the  flues  39 

Awake,  my  foul,  to  found  his  praife  224 
Along  the  banks  where  Babel's  current  flows     279 

Amidft  thy  wrath,  remember,  love  92 

Among  th'  affemblies  of  the  great  170 

Among  the  princes,  earthly  gcds  176 

And  will  the  God  of  grace  170 

Are  all  the  foes  of  Sion  fools  123 

Are  fmners  now  fo  fenfelefs  grown  47 

Arife,  my  gracious  God  52 

^wake,  ye  faints,    to  praife  your  King  274 

Almighty  God,  appear  and  fave  43 

B 

Behold  the  lofty  fky  57 

Behold  the  love,  the  gcn'rous  love  8S 

Behold  the  morning  fun  58 

Behold  the  fure  foundation-ftone  238 

Behold  thy  waiting  fervant,  Lord  249 

Behold  us,  Lord,  and  let  our  cry  124 

Behold,  O  God.  what  cruel  foes  167 

Before  Jehovah's  awful  throne  203 

Blefs,   O  my  foul,  the  living  God  208 

Blefi  are  the  fons  of  peace  271 

Bleft  are  the  fouls  Mho  hear  and  know  J70 

Blefi  are  the  undefil'd  ia  heart  241 

Bleft  is  the  man,  for  ever  bieffc  70, 

Bleft  is  the  man  whofe  breaft  can  move  08 

Bleft  is  the  man  who  (hurts  the  place  25 

Bleft  is  the  nation  where  the  Lord  8i 

C 

Children  in  years  and  knowledge  youfig  84 

Come,  children,  learn  to  fear  the  Lord  86 

Corne  let  our  voices  join  to  raife  196 

Come  found  his  praiie  abroad  jqc 

Confider.  all  my  (arrows,  Lord  2^2 
A  2 


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D  Pfg* 

David  rejoic'd  in  God  his  ftrcngth  63 

Deep  in  our  hearts  let  us  record  *4b 

E 
Early,  my  God.  without  delay  I32 

E^alt  the  Lord  our  God  2C* 

F 
Far  as  thy  Jiame  is  known 

Eather,  I  blefs  thy  gentle  hand  255 

Father,  I  fmg  thy  wond'rous  grace  M7 

Firm  and  unmov'd  are  they  2b^ 

Firm  was  my  health,  my  day  was  bright 
Fools  in  their  hearts  believe  and  fay  4° 

For  ever  bleffed  be  the  Lord 

For  ever  fhall  my  fong  record  *7b 

From  age  to  age  exalt  his  name 
From  all  that  dwell  below  the  flues 
From  deep  diftrefs  and  troubled  thoughts 
From  foes  that  round  us  rife  ,29 

G 
Give  thanks  to  God ,  he  reigns  above  2 19 

Give  thanks  to  God,  invoke  Ins  name 
Give  thanks  to  God  mod  high  27° 

Give  thanks  to  God  the  fov'reign  Lord  275 

Give  to  our  God  fmmortal  praile 
Give  to  the  Lord,  ye  fons  of  fame  75 

God  in  his  earthly  temple  lays 
God  is  the  refuge  of  his  faints  j°o 

God  my  fupporter  and  my  hope  ^5 

God  of  eternal  love 
God  of  my  childhood  and  mv  you* 
God  of  my  life  look  gently  down  95 

God  of  my  mercy  and  my  praile  *  * 

Good  is  the  Lord,  the  heav'nlv  King  39 

Great  God,  attend  while  Sion  tings 
Great  God,  attend  to  my  complaint 
Great  God,  how  oft  did  Ifrael  prove  166 

Great  God,  indulge  my  humble  claim  133 

Great  God,  the  heavens  well  order'd  frame         to 
Great  God,  whofe  uniyerfal  Uay  *5J 

Great  is  the  Lord,  exaited  h'.g.i 


A        TABLE. 

Page 

Great  is  the  Lord,  his  works  of  might  228 

Great  is  the  Lord  our  God  107 

Great  Shepherd  cf  thine  Ifrael  .167 

H 

Had  not  the  God  of  truth  and  love  261 

Happy  is  he  that  fears  the  Lord  230 

Happy  the  city  where  their  fons  290 

Happy  the  man  whofe  cautious  feet  26 

Hear  me,  O  God,  nor  hide  thy  face  205 

Hear  what  the  Lord  in  vifion  faid  181 

Help,  Lord,  for  men  of  virtue  fail  44 

He  reigns;  the  Loid,  the  Saviour  reigns  198 

He  that  haih  made  his  refuge  God  187 

High  in  the  heavens,  eternal  God  87 

How  bleft  the  man  to  whom  his  God  79 

How  awful  is  thy  chaft'ning  rod  162 

How  loug  wilt  thou  conceal  thy  face  45 

How  did  my  heart  rejoice  to  hear  259 

How  faff,  their  guilt  and  forrows  rife  49 

How  pleafant,  how  divinely  fair  171 

How  plearant  'tis  to  fee  271 

How  pleas'd  and  bleft  was  I  259 

How  fhail  the  voung  fecure  their  hearts  243 

I 

Jehovah  reigns  ;  he  dwells  in  light  I91 

Jefus  fhall  reign  where'er  the  fun  153 

Jefus  our  Lord,  afcend  thy  throne  2?.6 

Judge  me,  O  God,  and  plead  my  caufe  100 

Joy  to  the  world  ;  the  Lord  is  come  20  £ 

Judge  me,  O  Lord,  and  prove  my  weys  72 

Judges  who  rule  the  world  by  laws  128 

Juft  are  thy  ways,  and  true  thy  word  55 

If  God  fucceed  not,  all  the  coft  2S4 

If  God  to  build  a  houfe  deny  265 

I  lift  my  foul  to  God  70 

I'll  bleis  the  Lorn1  from  day  to  day  85 

I'd  praife  my  Maker  with  my  breath  294 

I'll  fpeak  the  honours  of  my  King  103 

I  love  the  Lord,  he  heard  my  cries  235 

In  ail  my  vaft  concemi  with  thee  284 
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Page 

In  anger,  Lord,  do  not  chaftife  34 

In  God's  own  houfe  pronounce  his  praife  304. 

In  Judah,  God  of  old  was  known  160 

In  hafte,  O  God,  attend  my  call  149 

In  thee,  Great  God,  with  fongs  of  praire  62- 

I  fet  the  Lord  before  my  face  51 

Is  there  ambition  in  my  heart  268 

It  is  the  Lord  our  Saviour's  rnnd  207 

I  w  aited  patient  for  the  Lord  96 

I  will  extol  thee,  Lnrd,  on  high  75 

L 

Let  all  the  earth  their  voices  raife  1 97 

Let  all  the  heathen  writers  join  246 

Let  children  hear  the  mighty  deeds  163 

Let  ev'ry  creature  join  301 

Let  every  tongue  thy  goodnefs  fpeak  292 

Let  God  arife  in  all  his  might  142 

Let  Tinners  take  their  courfe  12/5 

Let  Sion  in  her  King  rejoice  106 

Let  Sion  and  her  fons  rejoice  206 

Let  Sion  praife  the  mighty  God  296 

Let  earth,  with  ev'ry  ifle  and  fea  200 

Long  as  I  live  I'll  b'efs  thy  name  290 

Lord,   I  am  thine  :  but  thou  wilt  prove  52 

Lord,  I  am  vile,  conceiv'd  in  fin  119 

Lord,  I  can  fuffar  thy  rebukes  35 

Lord,  I  efteem  thy  judgments  right  236 

Lord,  if  thine  eyes  furvey  our  faults  183 

Lord,  I  have  made  thy  word  my  choice  247 

Lord,  in  the  morning  thou  (halt  hear  33 

Lo>d,    I  will  blel's  thee  all  my  days  83 

Lord,  I  would  fpiead  my  fore  dillrefs  121 

Lord  of  the  worlds  above  174 

Lord,  thou  haft  call'd  thy  grace  to  mind  175 

Lord,  thou  haft  hfard  thy  fervant  cry  238 

Lord,  thou  haft  fcourg'd  our  guilty  land  I30 

Lord,  thou  haft  frarch'd  and  ieen  me  thro*  281 

Lord,  thou  hall  feen  my  foul  fincere  54 

Lord,  thou  wilt  hear  me  when  I  pray  33 

Lord,  'tis  a  pleafant  thing  to  (land  190 


A        TABLE,  Page 

Lord,  we  have  heard  thy  works  of  old  104 

Lord,  what  a  feeble  piece  187 

Lord,  what  a  thoughMefs  wretch  was  I  I56 

Lord,  what  is  man,  poor  feeble  man  290 

Lord,  what  was  man  when  made  at  firft  39 

Lord,  when  1  count  thy  mercies  o'er  286 

Lord,  when  thou  didff  afcend  on  high  143 

Loud  Hallelujahs  to  the  Lord  300 

Lo,  what  a  glorious  Corner-Stone  240 

Lo,  what  an  enteitaining  fight  270 

M 

Maker  and  fov'reign  Lord  27 

Meicy  and  judgment  are  my  fong  203 

Mine  eyes  and  my  defire  7  I 

My  God,  accept  my  early  vows  287 

My  God,  conlider  my  difirefs  250 

My  God,  how  many  are  my  fears  30 

My  God,  in  whom  are  all  the  fprings  127 

My  God,   my  everlafting  hope  150 

My  God,  my  King,  thy  various  praife  290 

My  God,  permit  my  tongue  134 

My  God,  the  fteps  of  pious  men  92 

My  God,  what  inward  grief  I  feel  283 

My  heart  rejoices  in  thy  name  77 

My  never  ceafing  fong  fhall  fhov/  179 

My  refuge  is  the  God  of  love  43 

My  righteous  Judge,  my  gracious  God  288 

My  Saviour  and  my  King  102 

My  Saviour,  my  almighty  Friend  151 

My  fhepherd  is  the  living  Lord  tS 

My  fhepherd  will  fupply  my  need  67 

My  foul,  how  lovely  is  the  place  17a 

My  foul  lies  cleaving  to  the  duft  253 

My  foul  repeat  his  prai'e  21Q 

My  fpirit  looks  to  God  alone  131 

My  foul  thy  great  Creator  praife  212 

My  Fpirit  finks  within  me,  Lord  99 

My  truft  is  in  my  heavenly  friend  36 

N 

No  fleep  nor  flumber  to  his  eyes  269 

A4 


A        TABLE. 

Page 
Not  to  our  names,  thou  only  Juft  and  True         234 

Not  to  oarfelves  who  are  but  duft  233 

Now  be  my  heart  infpit'd  to  fing  104 

Now  from  the  roaring  lion's  rage  65 

Now  I'm  convine'd  the  Lord  is  kind  I55 

Now  let  our  lips  with  holy  fear  146 

Now  let  our  mournful  fongs  record  65 

Now  may  the  God  of  power  and  grace  61 

Now  fhall  my  folemn  vows  be  paid  141 

O 

O  all  ye  nations  praife  the  Lord  236 

O  bleffed  fouls  are  they  78 

Oh  blefs  the  Lord,  my  foul  210 

Of  juftice  and  of  grace  I  fing  204 

O  for  a  fhout  of  facred  joy  i©7 

O  God  my  refuge,  hear  my  cries  1 24 

O  God  of  grace  and  righteoufnefs  32 

O  God  of  mercy  hear  my  call  12 1 

O  God  to  whom  revenge  belongs  193 

O  happy  man,  whofe  foul  is  fill'd  265 

Oh  happy  nation  where  the  Lord  83 

O  how  I  love  thy  holy  law  245 

O  Lord,  how  many  are  my  foes  31 

O  Loid  our  heavenly  King  37 

O  Lord  our  Lord,  how  wond'rous  great  38 

O  that  the  Lord  would  guide  my  ways  249 

O  that  thy  ftatutes  ev'ry  hour  252 

O  thou  that  hear'ft  when  fmners  cry  120 

O  thou  whofe  grace  and  juftice  reign  260 

O  thou  whofe  juftice  reigns  on  high  126 

O  God  of  my  falvation,  hear  177 

Our  God,  our  help  in  ages  paft  18  j 

Out  of  the  deeps  of  long  diftrefs  267 

O  what  a  luff  rebellious  houfe  164 

P 

Praife  waits  in  Sion,  Lord,  for  thee  138 

Praife  ye  the  Lord,  exalt  his  name  272 

Piaife  ye  the  Lord,  my  heart  fhall  join  293 

Praife  }e  the  Lord,  'tis  good  to  rsife  295 

Preserve  me  Lord,  in  time  of  need  49 


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Page 

Proteft  us,  Lord,  from  fatal  harm  *8S 

R 

Rejoice  ye  righteous  in  the  Lord  80 

Remember  Lord,  our  mortal  ftate  182 

Return.  O  God  of  love,  return  186 

S 

Salvation  is  for  ever  nigh  176 

Save  me,  O  God,  thefwelling  floods  145 

Save  me,  O  Lord,  from  ev'ry  foe  5® 

See  what  a  living  ftone  239 

Show  pity,  Lord  ;  O  Lord  forgive  118 

Shine,  mighty  God,  on  Sion  fhine  14a 

Sing  all  ye  nations  to  the  Lord  1 40 

Sing  to  the  Lord  aloud  169 

Sing  to  the  Lord  Jehovah's  name  194 

Sing  to  the  Lord  ye  diftant  lands  197 

Songs  of  immortal  praife  belong  227 

Soon  as  I  heard  my  father  fay  73 

Sure  there's  a  righteous  God  156 

Sweet  is  the  memory  of  thy  grace  29a 

Sweet  is  the  work,  my  God,  my  King  19a 

T 

Teach  me  the  meafure  of  my  days  94 

Th'  Almighty  reigns  exalted  high  199 

That  man  is  bleft  who  (lands  in  awe  228 

The  earth  for  ever  is  the  Lord's  68 

Thee  will  I  love,  O  Lord,  my  flrength  53 

The  God  Jehovah  reigns  231 
The  God  of  glory  fends  his  fummons  forth         115 

The  God  of  our  falvation  hears  136 

The  heavens  declare  thy  glory,  Lord  59 

The  King  of  faints,  how  fair  his  face  104. 

The  Lord  appears  my  helper  now  537 

The  Lord,  how  wond'rous  are  his  ways  209 

The  Lord  Jehovah  reigns  102 

The  Lord  is  come:  the  heavens  proclaim  199 

The  Lord  my  Shepherd  is  68 

The  Lord  of  glory  is  my  light  73 
The  Lord  of  glory  reigns,  he  reigns  on  high      191 

The  Lord  the  Judge  before  his  throne  ill 
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Pa§e 

The  Lord  the  Judge  his  churches  warns  1 13 

The  Lord  \ be  iov~reign  king  211 
The  Lord  the  fovereign  fends  his  fummons  forth  1 1 4 

The  man  is  ever  bleft  26 

The  praife  of  Sion  waits  for  thee  136 

The  wonders,  Lord,  thy  love  has  wrought  97 

Think,  mighty  God.  on  feeble  man  183 

This  is  the  dav  the  Lord  hath  made  239 

This  ipacieus  earth  is  all  the  Lord's  69 

Thou  arc  my  portion,  O  my  God  243 

Thou  God  of  love,  thou  eve  bleft  255 

Thro'  every  age,  eternal  God  183 

Thrice  hapoy  man  who  fears  the  Lord  229 

Thus  I  l'fcfolv'd  before  the  Lord  94 

Thus  faith  the  Led,  the  fpacious  fields  112 

Thus  faith  the  Lord,  your  work  is  vain  96 

Thus  God  the  eternal  Father  (pake  225 

Thus  the  great  Lord  of  earth  and  fea  226 

Thy  mercies  fill  the  earth,  O  Lord  247 

Thy  name  Almighty  Lord  237 

Thy  works  of  glory,  mighty  Lord  222 

'Tis  by  thyftrcngth  the  mountains  ftand  139 

To  God  I  cry'd  with  mournful  voice  161 

To  God  I  made  my  fnrrows  known  287 

To  God  the  great,  the  ever  bleft  218 

To  heaven  I  lift  my  waiting  eyes  857 

To  thee  O  God  of  truth  and  love  76 

To  thee,  O  Lord,  I  raife  my  cries  74 

To  cur  almighty  Maker  God  200 

To  thee  before  the  dawning  light  242 

To  thee,  moft  high,  and  holy  God  159 

To  thim  almighty  arm  we  owe  56 

-'Twas  for  our  fake,  eternal  God  149 

'Twas from  thy  hand,  my  God,  I  came  282 

'Twas  in  the  watches  of  the  night  233 

V 

Vein  man  on  foolifh  pleafuies  bent  220 

\  ri  fhaken  as  the  iacred  hill  262 

Up  from  my  youth  may  Ifr'el  fay  266 

Up  to  the  hills  I  lift  mine  eyes  256 


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Upward  I  lift  mine  eyes  258 

W 

We  blefs  the  Lord,  thejuft,  the  good  144 

We  love  thee,   Lord,  and  we  adore  ,55 

What  fhall  I  render  to  my  God  236 

When  Chrift  to  judgment  fhall  defcend  113 

When  God  is  nigh  my  faith  is  ftrong  $p 

When  God,  provok'd  with  dating  crimes  2.^3 

When  God  reftor'd  our  captive  ftate  263 

When  God  reveal'd  his  gracious  name  ibid 

When  Ifrael,  freed  from  Pharaoh's  hand  2.33 

When  Ifrael  finned,    the  Lord  reprov'd  165 

When  I  with  pleanng  wonder  ftand  285 

When  man  grows  bold  in  fin  8g 

When  overwhelmed  with  grief  131 

When  pain  and  anguifh  feiz'd  me,  Lord  254 

When  the  great  Judge  fupreme  and  juft  14.1 

Where  fhall  the  man  be  found  71 

Where  fhall  we  go  to  feek  and  find  269 

While  I  keep  filence  and  conceal  80 

While  men  grow  bold  in  wicked  ways  88 

Who  fhall  afcend  thyheaven'iy  place  48 

Who  fhall  inhabit  in  thy  hill  47 

Who  will  arife  and  plead  my  right  194 

Why  did  the  Jews  proclaim  their  rage  29 

Why  did  the  nations  join  to  flay  28 

Why  fhould  the  mighty  make  their  boaft  122 

Why  fhould  the  haughty  hero  boaft  ibid 

Why  do  the  proud  infult  the  poor  ill 

Why  doth  the  wealthy  wicked  boaft  91 

Why  doth  the  Lord  depart  fo  far  42 

Why  doth  the  man  of  riches  grow  109 

Why  has  my  God  my  foul  forfook  63 

Why  fhould  I  vex  my  foul  and  fret  90 

Will  God  for  ever  can  us  off  l58 

With  all  my  powers  of  heart  and  tongue  280 

With  earned  longings  of  the  mind  90 

With  my  whole  heart  I'll  raife  my  fong  40 

With  my  whole  heart  I've  fought  thy  face  25  1 

With  reverence  let  the  faints  appear  j  7« 


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With  fongs  and  honours  founding  loud  297 

Would  you  behold  the  works  of  God  221 

Y 

Ye  holy  fons  in  God  rejoice  82 

Ye  nations  round  the  earth  rejoice  202 

Ye  fervants  of  th'  almighty  King  231 

Ye  fons  of  men,  a  feeble  race  189 

Ye  fons  of  pride  that  hate  the  juft  110 

Ye  that  delight  to  ferve  the  Lord  231 

Ye  that  obey  th'  immortal  King  27  2 

Ye  tribes  of  Adam  join  298 

Yet  faith  the  Lord,  if  David's  race  181 


End    of    th*   T  A  B  L  I. 


IMITATION 

OF       THE 

PSALMS     of     DAVID. 

PSALM     1 .     Common  Metre. 

The  Way  and  End  of  the  Righteous  and  the  Wicked. 

LEST  is  the  man  who  fhuns  the  place 


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JD    wi 


'here  finncrs  love  to  meet ; 
Who  fears  to  tread  their  wicked  ways, 
And  hates  the  feoff er's  feat : 

2  But  in  the  ftatutes  of  the  Lord 
Has  plac'd  his  chief  delight; 

By  day  he  reads  or  hears  the  word. 
And  meditates  by  night. 

3  [He  like  a  plant  of  gen'rous  kind> 
By  living  waters  fet, 

Safe  from  the  fiorms  and  blafting  wind, 
Enjoys  a  peaceful  ftate.] 

4  Green  as  the  leaf  and  ever  fair, 
Shall  his  profeffion  ihine, 

While  fruit  of  holinefs  appear 
Like  clufters  on  the  vine. 

5  Not  fo  the  impious  and  unjuft ; 
What  vain  defigns  they  form  ! 

Their  hopes  are  blown  away  like  duft, 
Or  chaff  before  the  ftorm. 

6  Sinners  in  judgment  fhall  not  ftand 
Among  the  fons  of  grace, 

When  Christ  the  judge  at  his  right  hand 
Appoints  his  faints  a  place. 


^  P  S  A  L  M       I. 

7   His  eve  beholds  the  path  they  tread  ; 

His  heart  approves  it  well ; 
But  crpoktd  ways  of  Tinners  lead 

Down  to  the  gates  of  hell. 

PSALM     i.    Short  Metre. 
The  Saint  happy,  the  Sinner  miferable. 
i   HH  H  E  man  is  ever  bleft, 

X       Who  fhuns  the  Tinners  ways. 
Among  their  counfds  never  {lands, 
Nor  takes  the  {"corner's  place  : 
a   But  makes  the  law  of  God 
His  ftudy  and  delight, 
Amidfl  the  labours  of  the  day, 
And  watches  of  the  night. 

3  He  like  a  tree  fhall  thrive, 

With  waters  near  th£  root ; 
Frefh  as  the  leaf  his  name  Thai!  live; 
His  works  are  heav'nly  fruit. 

4  Not  fo  the  ungodly  race, 

They  no  fuch  bleflings  find  ; 
Their  hopes  fhall  flee,  like  empty  chaff 
Before  the  driving  wind. 

5  How  will  they  bear  to  {tend 

Before  that  judgment-feat, 
Where  all  the  faints  at  Chr  ist's  right  hand 
In  full  afiembiy  meet? 

6  He  knows,  and  he  approves 

The  way  the  righteous  go  ; 
But  Tinners  and  their  works  fhall  meet 
A  dreadful  overthrow. 

PSALM     l.     Long  Metre. 
The  Difference  between  the  Righteous  and  the  Wicked. 
i   TT  APPY   the  man  whofe  cautious  feet 
XjL  Shun  the  broad  way  that  Tinners  %o> 
Who  hates  the  place  where  atheifrs  meet, 
And  fears  to  talk  as  fcoffers  do. 


PSALM      II.  ^ 

2  He  loves  t'  employ  his  morning-light    \ 
Amongft  the  Statutes  of  the  Lord  ; 

And  fpends  the  wakeful  hours  of  night 
With  pleafure  pond 'ring  o'er  the  word. 

3  Ke  like  a  plant  by  gentle  Streams 
Shall  flourifh  in  immortal  green  : 

And  heaven  will  mine  with  kindeft  beams 
On  every  work  his  hands  begin. 

4  But  Tinners  find  their  counfels  crofs'd  ; 
A  s  c  haff  befoie  the  tempeft  flies ; 

So  (hall  their  hooes  be  blown  and  loft, 
When  the  laft  trumpet  fhakes  the  Ikies. 

5  In  vain  the  rebel  feeks  to  Stand 
In  judgment  with  the  pious  race; 

The  dreadful  Judge  with  Stern  command 
Divides  him  to  a  different  place. 

6  "  Strait  is  the  way  my  faints  have  trod, 
"  I  blefs  the  path,  and  drew  it  plain  ; 

"  But  you  would  choofe  the  crooked  road  ; 
"   And  down  it  leads  to  endlefs  pain." 

PSALM     2.     Short  Metre. 
Translated  according  to  the  Divine  Pattern. 
Acls  iv.  24,    &c. 
Chrift  Lying,  Rifing,  Interceding,  and  Reigning. 
r~J\  /TAKER  and  Sovereign  Lord 
"-  J.VL     Of  heaven  and  earth  and  Seas, 
Thy  providence  confirms  thy  word, 
And  anfwers  thy  decrees. 

£  The  things  fo  long  foretold 
By  David  are  fulfill 'jd  ; 
When  /'co/jand  Ge?iti!es  join  to  fia*y  ^ 
Jtfus,   thine  holy  Child,] 
3  Why  did  the  Gentiles  rage, 

And  Jews  with  one  accord 

Join  alftheir  councils  to  deitroy 

Th'  Anointed  of  the  Lord  ? 


PSALM    II. 

^4  Rulers  and  Kings  agree 
To  form  a  vain  defign ; 
Againft  the  Lord  'heir  powers  unite, 
Againft  his  Chrifl  they  join. 

5  The  Lord  derides  their  rage, 

And  will  fupport  his  throne ; 
He  that  hath  rais'd  him  from  the  dead, 
Hath  own'd  him  for  his  fon. 

Pause. 

6  Now  he's  afcended  high, 

To  rule  the  fubjecl:  earth  ; 
The  merit  of  his  blood  he  pleads, 
And  pleads  his  heavenly  birtb. 

7  Beneath  his  fovereign  fway 

The  Gentile  nations  bend ; 
Far  as  the  world's  remoteft  bounds, 
His  kingdom  mail  extend. 

g  The  nations  that  rebel, 
Muft  feel  his  iron  rod  ; 
He'll  vindicate  thofe  honours  well 
Which  he  receiv'd  from  God. 

o,  [Be  wife,  ye  rulers,  now, 

And  worfhip  at  his  throne; 
With  trembling  joy,  ye  people  bow, 
To  God's  exalted  Son. 

io  If  once  his  wrath  arife, 
Ye  perifh  on  the  place; 
Then  bleffed  is  the  foul  that  flies 
For  refuge  to  his  grace.] 

PSALM     2.     Common  Metre. 

t    XT  THY  did  the  nations  join  to  flay 
V  V       The  Lord's  anointed  Son  ? 
Why  did  they  caft  his  Jaws  away, 
And  tread  his  gofpel  down  ? 


PSALM      II.  a9 

a  The  Lord  that  fits  above  the  flues, 
Dei  ides  their  rage  below, 
He  fpeaks  with  vengeance  in  his  eyes, 
And  ftrikes  their  fpirits  through. 

3  "  I  call  him  my  eternal  Son. 

"  And  raife  him  from  the  dead  ! 
"  I  make  my  holy  hill  his  throne, 
"  And  wide  his  kingdom  fpread. 

4  et  Afk  me,  my  Son,  and  then  enjoy 

"  The  utmoft  heathen  lands  ; 
"  Thy  rod  of  iron  fhall  deftroy 
»  The  rebel  that  withftands." 

5  Be  wife,  ye  rulers  of  the  earth, 

Obey  th'  anointed  Lord, 
Adore  the  King  of  heavenly  birth. 
And  tremble  at  his  word. 

6  With  humble  love  addrefs  his  throne, 

For  if  he  frown,  ye  die: 
Thofe  are  fecure,  and  thofe  alone 
Who  on  his  grace  rely. 

PSALM     2.     Long  Metre. 
Chrift's  Death,  Refurrettion,  and Afcevfion. 

l  \T7HY  did  the  Jews  proclaim  their  rage  ? 
V V       The  Romans  why  their  fwords  employ  ? 
Againft  the  Lord  their  power  engage, 
His  dear  Anointed  to  deftroy  ! 

t  "  Come  let  us  bieak  his  bands,  they  fay, 
"  This  maa  fhall  never  give  us  laws  ;" 
And  thus  they  caft  his  yoke  away, 
And  naii'd  the  Monarch  to  the  crofs. 

3  But  God.  who  high  in  Glory  reigns, 

Laughs  at  their  p;  ide,  their  rage  controuls  : 
He'll  fmite  their  hearts  with  inward  pains, 
And  fpeak  in  thunder  to  their  fouls. 


3o  PSALM      IIF. 

4  "  I  will  maintain  the  king  I  made 
"  On  Zion's  everlafting  hill, 

"  My  hand  mail  bring  him  from  the  dead, 
«  And  he  fhall  (land  your  fovereign  ftill."  - 

5  [His  wondrous  rifing  from  the  earth 
Makes  his  eternal  Godhead  known; 
The  Lord  declares  his  heavenly  birth  ; 
"  This  day  have  I  begot  my  Son. 

6  "  Afcend,  my  Son,  to  my  right-hand 
"  There  thou  fhalt  afk,  and  I  beftow 
"  The  utmoft  bounds  of  heathen  lands  ; 

"  To  thee  their  fuppliant  tribes  fhall  bow."] 

7  But  nations  that  refill  his  grace 
Shall  fall  beneath  his  lifted  rod  ; 
His  aim  fhall  crufh  the  impious  race, 
That  dare  provoke  th'  avenging  God. 

Pause. 

8  Now  ye  that  fit  on  earthly  thrones, 

Be  wife,  and  ferve  the  Lord,  the  Iamb  ; 
Now  to  his  feet  fubmit  your  crowns, 
Rejoice  and  tremble  at  his  name. 

9  With  humble  love  addrers  the  Son, 
Left  he  grow  angry,  and  ye  die, 

His  wrath  will  burn  to  worlds  unknown, 
His  love  gives  life  above  the  fky. 
io  Hisflorms  fhall  quell  theflubborn  foe, 
And  fink  his  honours  in  the  dull  : 
Happy  the  fouls,  their  God  that  know, 
And  make  his  grace  their  only  trufl. 

PSALM     3.     Common  Metre. 

Doubts  and  Fears  f up prejfed ;  or,  God  our  Defence 

from  Sin  and  Satan. 
1   TV/TY  God  how  many  are  my  fears  ? 

lVi.     How  faft  my  foes  increafe  ? 
Confpiring  my  eternal  death, 

They  break  my  prefeut  peace. 


PSALM     III.  3i 

2  The  lying  tempter  would  perfuade 

There^no  relief  in  heaven, 

And  all  my  growing  fins  appear 

Too  great  to  be  forgiven. 

3  But  thou,  my  glory,  and  my  ftrength, 

Shalt  on  the  tempter  tread, 
Shalt  filence  all  my  threat'ning  guilt, 
And  raife  my  drooping  head. 

4  [I  cry'd,  and  from  the  holy  hill 

He  bow'd  a  liftening  ear  : 
I  call'd  my  Father  and  my  God, 
And  he  fubdu'd  my  fear. 

5  He  fhed  foft  {lumbers  on  mine  eyes, 

In  fpite  of  all  my  foes  ; 
I  woke  and  wonder'd  at  the  grace 
That  guarded  my  repofe.'J 

6  What  tho'  the  hods  of  death  and  hell 

All  arm'd  againft  me  flood  : 
Terrors  no  more  fhali  fhake  my  foul; 
My  refuge  is  my  God. 

7  Arife,  O  Lord,  fulfil  thy  Grace, 

While  I  thy  glory  fing  ; 
My  God  has  broke  the  ferpent's  teeth, 
And  death  has  loft  his  fting. 

8  Salvation  to  the  Lord  belongs, 

His  arm  alone  can  fave ; 
Bleffings  attend  thy  people  here, 
And  reach  beyond  the  grave. 

PSALM    3.  Vcr.  1,  2,  3,  4,  5,  8.  Long  Metre. 

A  Morning  PJalm. 


o 


Lord,  how  many  are  my  foes, 

In  this  weak  ftate  of  flefh  and  blood  ? 


My  peace  they  daily  difcompofe, 
But  my  defence  and  hope  is  God. 


32  PSALM      IV. 

2  Tir'd  with  the  burdens  of  the  day, 

To  thee  I  rais'd  an  evening  cry  ; 

Thou  heardft  when  1  began  to  pray, 

And  thine  almighty  help  was  nigh. 

3  Supported  by  thine  heavenly  aid 
I  laid  me  down  and  flept  fecure, 

Not  death  fhould  make  my  heart  afraid, 
Though  I  fhould  wake  and  rife  no  more. 

4  But  God  fuftain  d  me  all  the  night  ; 
Salvation  doth  to  God  belong  : 

He  rais'd  my  head  to  fee  the  light, 
And  makes  my  praife  his  morning  fong. 

PSALM    4.  Ver.  1,  2,  3,  4,  6,  7.  LongJMetre. 

Hearing  of  Prayer ;  or  God  our  Po;iicn.  and  Chrift 
our  Hope. 

1   /^\  God  of  grace  and  righteoufnefs, 
V^/  Hear  and  attend  when  I  complain  : 
Thou  haft  eniarg'd  me  in  diftrefs, 
Bow  down  a  gracious  ear  again. 

x  Ye  fons  of  men  in  vain  ye  try 
To  turn  my  glory  into  fhame; 
How  long  will  fcofFers  love  to  lie, 
And  dare  approach  my  Saviour's  name  ? 

3  Know  that  the  Lord  divides  his  faints 
From  all  the  tribes  of  men  befide; 
He  hears  and  pities  their  complaints, 
For  the  dear  fake  of  Chrift  that  died, 

4  When  our  obedient  hands  have  done 
A  thoufand  works  of  righteoufnefs, 
We  put  our  truft  in  God  alone, 
And  glory  in  his  pard'ning  grace. 

5  Let  the  unthinking  many  fay, 

' '   Who  will  bejiouifome  earthly  good  ?' ' 
But,  Lord,  thy  light  and  love  we  pray  ; 
Our  fouls  defirethis  heavenly  food. 


P  S  A  L  M      V.  33 

6  Then  fhall  my  cheerful  powers  rejoice 

At  grace  divine,  and  love  fo  great  5 
]     Nor  will  I  change  my  happy  choice 

For  all  their  wealth  and  boafted  ftate. 

P  S  A  L  M--4-   Ver.  3,  4,  5,  8.    Common  Metre. 
An  Evening  Hymn. 

1  T    ORD,  thou  wilt  hear  me  when  I  pray  ; 
JLj  I  am  for  ever  thine  : 
I  fear  before  thee  all  the  day, 

Nor  would  I  dare  to  fin. 

2  And  while  I  reft  my  weary  head, 

From  cares  and  bufinefs  free, 
'Tis  fweet  converfing  on  my  bedj 

With  my  own  heart  and  thee.  9 

'3  I  pay  this  evening  facrifice; 

And  when  my  work  is  done, 
Great  God,  my  faith  and  hope  relies 
Upon  thy  grace  alone. 
4  Thus  with  my  thoughts  compos'd  to  peace, 
1*11  give  mine  eyes  to  fleep  : 
Thy  hand  in  fafety  keeps  my  days,  ^ 
And  will  my  {lumbers  keep. 

PSALM    5.     Common  Metre* 

For  the  Lord's  Day  Morning. 

1  T    ORD,  in  the  marning  thou  fhalt  hear 
1  J     My  voice  afcending  high  ; 

To  thee  will  I  direct  my  prayer, 
To  thee  lift  up  mine  eye. 

2  Up  to  the  hills  where  Chrift  is  gone 

To  plead  for  all  his  faints, 
Prefeniing  at  his  Father's  throne 
Our  fongs  and  our  complaints. 

3  Thou  art  a  God,  before  whofe  fight 

The  wicked  fhall  not  ftand  ; 

Sinners  fhall  ne'er  be  thy  delight. 

Nor  dwell  at  thy  right  band. 


34  P   S  A   L   M      VI. 

4  But  to  thy  houfe  will  I  refort, 
To  tafte  thy  mercies  there; 
I  will  frequent  thine  holy  court, 
And  worfhip  in  thy  fear. 
$  O  may  thy  fpirit  guide  my  feet, 
In  ways  ol  righieoufnefs, 
Make  every  path  of  duty  ftrait, 
And  plain  before  my  face. 

Pause. 

6  My  watchful  enemies  combine 

To  tempt  my  feet  aftray  ; 
They  flatter  with  a  bafe  defign, 
To  make  my  foul  their  prey. 

7  Lord,  crufh  the  ferpent  in  the  duft, 

And  all  his  plots  deftroy  : 
While  thofe  that  in  thy  mercy  truft, 
For  ever  fhout  for  joy. 

8  The  men  that  love  and  fear  thy  name, 

Shall  fee  their  hopes  fulfili'd  ; 
The  mighty  God  willcompafs  them 
With  favour  as  a  fhield. 

PSALM  6.     Common  Metre. 
Complaint  in  Sicknefs  ;  or,  Difeafds  healed. 

1  1  N  anger,  Lord,  do  not  chafiife, 
1    Withdraw  the  dreadful  ftorm  ; 
Nor  let  thine  awful  wrath  arife 

Againft  a  feeble  worm. 

2  My  foul  bow'd  down  with  heavy  cares, 

My  flefh  with  pain  oppiefs'd; 
My  couch  is  wttnefs  to  my  tears, 
M>  tears  forbid  my  reft. 

2  Sorrow  and  grief  wear  out  my  days; 
I  wafte  the  night  with  cries, 
And  count  the  minutes  as  they  pafs, 
'Till  the  flow  morniag  rife. 


PSALM    VI. 

!g  Shall  I  be  ftill  tormented  more? 

My  eyes  confum'd  with  grief : 
!    How  long,  my  God,  how  long,  before 

Thine  hand  afford  relief? 

5  He  hears  his  mourning  children  fpeak, 
He  pities  all  our  groans ; 
And  faves  us  for  his  mercy's  fake, 
And  heals  our  broken  bones. 

i  The  virtue  of  his  fovereign  word, 
Reftores  cur  fainting  breath  ; 
Tor  filent  graves  praife  not  the  Lord, 
Nor  is  he  known  in  death. 

I 

PSALM    6.     Long  Metre, 

Temptations  in  Skknefs  overcome. 

i    T    ORD,  I  can  fuffer  thy  rebukes, 

jL*  When  thou  with  kindnefs  doft  chaftife  ; 
But  thy  fierce  wrath  I  cannot  bear, 
O  let  it  not  againft  me  rife ! 

»   Pity  my  languifhing  eftate, 
And  eafe  the  forrows   that  I  feel; 
The  wounds  thine  heavy  hand  hath  made, 
O  let  thy  gentler  touches  heal! 

j  See  how  in  fighs  I  pafs  my  days, 
And  wafte  in  groans  the  weary  night: 
My  bed  is  waier'd  with  my  tears  ; 
My  grief  confumes,  and  dims  my  fight. 

^  Look  how  the  powers  of  nature  mourn! 
How  long,   Almighty  God,  how  long  ? 
When  fhall  thine  hour  of  grace  return  ? 
When  fnall  I  make  thy  grace  my  fong  ? 

;  I  feel  my  flefh  fo  near  the  grave, 
My  thoughts  are  tempted  to  defpair  : 
But  graves  can  never  praife  the  Lord3 
For  ail  i*  dull  and  filence  there. 


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36  PSALM    VII. 

6  Depart,  ye  tempters,  from  my  foul, 
And  all  defpairing  thoughts  depart ; 
My  God,  who  hears  my  humble  moan, 
Will  eafe  my  flefh  and  cheer  my  heart. 

PSALM    7.     Common  Metre. 
God's  Care  of  his  People,  and  Pumfiment  of  Perfccutors* 

1  ~\l\  Y  truft  is  in  my  heavenly  Friend, 
XVX  My  hope  in  thee,  my  God  : 
Rife  and  my  helplefs  life  defend, 

From  thofe  that  feek  my  blood. 

2  With  infolence  and  fury  they 

My  foul  to  pieces  tear, 
As  hungry  lions  rend  the  prey, 
When  no  deliverer's  near. 

3  If  e'er  my  pride  provok'd  them  firft, 

Or  once  abus'd  my  foe, 
Then  let  them  tread  my  life  to   duft, 
And  lay  my  honour  low. 

4  If  there  be  malice  found  in  me, 

I  know  thy  piercing  eyes  ; 
I  mould  not  dare  appeal  to  thee, 
Nor  afk  my  God  to  rife. 

5  Arife,  my  God,  lift  up  thy  hand, 

Their  pride  and  pow'r  controul; 
Awake  to  judgment,  and  command 
Deliv'rance  tor  my  foul. 

Pause. 

6  Let  Tinners  and  their  wicked  rage 

Be  humbied  to  the  duft  : 
Shall  not  the  God  of  truth  engage 
To  vindicate  the  juft  ? 

7  He  knows  the  heart,  he  tries  the  reins, 

He  will  defend  th'  uptight  : 
His  fharpeft  arrows  he  ordains 
Againll  the  fons  of  fpite. 


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PSALM    VIII.  Sf 

8  Tho'  leagu'd  in  guile  their  malice  fpread, 

A  fnare  before  my  way ; 
Their  mischiefs  on  their  impious  head, 
His  vengeance  fhall  repay. 

9  That  cruel  persecuting  race 

Muft  feel  his  dreadful  fword ; 
Awake  my  foul,  and  praife  the  grace 
And  juflice  of  the  Lord. 

PSALM    8.     Short  Metre, 

God's  Sovereignty  and  Goodnefs;  and  Man's  Dominim 
over  the  Creatures. 


o 


Thy  name  is  all  divine; 
Thy  glories  round  the  earth  are  fpread, 
And  o'er  the  heavens  they  fhine. 

2  When  to  thy  works  on  high 

I  raife  my  wond'ring  eyes, 
And  fee  the  moon,  complete  in  light, 
Adorn  the  darkfome  ikies. 

3  When  I  furvey  the  ftars 

And  all  their  fhining  forms, 
Lord,  what  is  man,  that  worthlefs  thing, 
A-kin  to  dull  and  worms  ? 

a  Lord,  what  is  worthlefs  man, 
That  thou  fhould'ft  love  him  fo  ? 
Next  to  thine  angels  is  he  plac'd, 
And  lord  of  all  below. 

|        §  Thine  honours  crown  his  head, 
While  beafis  like  flaves  obey; 
And  birds  that  cut  the  air  with  wings, 
And  fifh  that  cleave  the  fea. 

6  How  rich  thy  bounties  are  ! 

And  wond'rous  are  thy  ways  ; 
Of  dun:  and  worms  thy  power  can  frame 
A  monument  of  praife. 
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3S  PSALM    VIIL 

7  [From  mouths  of  feeble  babes 

And  fucklings,  thou  canft  draw 
Surprifing  honours  to  thy  name  ! 
And  ftrike  the  world  wi'h  awe. 

8  O  Lord,  our  heav'nly  Kirg, 

Thy  name  is  all  divine  ; 
Thy  glories  round  the  earth  are  fpread, 
And  o'er  the  heavens  they  fhine.] 
PSALM     8.      Common  Metre. 
Chuff 'sCondefcenJt on  and  Glorification;  or,  GodmadeMan. 
i   f~*\  LORD,  our  Lord,  how  wond'rous  great 
\^J   Is  thine  exalted  name  ! 
The  glories  of  thy  heav'nly  ftate  , 
Let  men  and  babes  proclaim, 
s  When  I  behold  thy  works  on  high, 
The  moon  that  rules  the  night, 
And  mining  flars  that  grace  the  fky, 
Thofe  moving  worlds  of  light. 

3  Lord,  what  is  man,  or  all  his  race, 

Who  dwells  fo  far  below, 
That  thou  fhould'ft  vifit  him  with  grace, 
And  love  his  nature  fo  ? 

4  That  thine  eternal  Son  fhould  bear 

To  take  a  mortal  form, 

Made  lower  than  his  angels  are, 

To  fave  a  dying  worm  ? 

5  [Yet  while  he  liv'd  on  earth  unkcoww, 

And  men  would  not  adore, 
Behold  obedient  nature  own, 
His  Godhead  and  his  pow'r. 

6  The  waves  lay  fpread  beneath  his  feet ; 

And  fifh  at  his  command, 
Bring  their  large  fhoals  to  Peter'i  net, 
Bring  tribute  to  his  hand. 

7  There  leflc r  glories  of  the  Son, 

Shone  through  the  fhfhy  cloud  ; 
Kow  we  behold  him  on  his  throne, 
And  men  confefs  him  God. 
\ 


P  S  A  L  M    VIII.  35 

8  Let  him  with  majefty  be  crown'd, 

Who  bow'd  his  head  to  death  ; 
And  his  eternal  honours  found, 
From  all  things  that  have  breath. 

9  Jefus>  our  Lord,  how  wond'rous  great 

Is  thine  exalted  name! 
The  glories  of  thy  heav'nly  ftate 

Let  the  whole  earth  proclaim. 
PSALM  8.  Ver.'i,  2.  paraphrafed.  FirJlPart.  L.  M. 
JfoHofanna  of  the  Children  ;  or,  Infants  praifeng  God* 

1  A   LMIGHTY  Ruler  of  the  fkies, 

Jr\_  Thro'  the  wide  earth  thy  name  is  fpread, 

And  thine  eternal  glories  rife 

O'er  all  the  heav'ns  thy  hands  have  made. 

2  To  thee  the  voices  of  the  young 
Their  founding  notes  of  honour  raife; 
And  babes  with  uninfhucled  tongue 
Declare  the  wonders  of  thy  praife. 

2  Thy  pow'r  affifls  their  tender  age 
To  bring  proud  rebels  to  the  ground,. 
To  ftill  the  bold  blaTphemer's  rage, 
And  all  their  policies  confound. 

4  Children  amidft  thy  temple  throng 
To  fee  their  great  Redeemer's  face  ; 
The  Son  of  David,  is  their  fong, 
And  loud  Hofannas  fill  the  place. 

5  The  frowning  fcribes  and  angry  priefis 
In  vain  their  impious  cavils  bring  ; 
Revenge  fits  filent  in  their  breafts. 
While  JtivfJz  babes  proclaim  their  King. 

PSALM  8.  Ver.  3,  &c.  paraphrafed,  Sec.  Part.  L.  M. 

Adam  and  Chrift,  Lords  of  the  Old  and  New  Creation. 

l    T    ORI),  what  was  man  when  made  at  fi:ft, 
,1   i  Adim,  the  offspring  of  the  duft 
That  thou  fhould'ft  fet  him  and  his  race,. 
But  juft  below  an  angel's  n'ace  ? 
B  a 


43  PSALM     IX. 

2  That  thou  fhould'ft  raife  his  nature  fe>, 
And  make  him  lord  of  all  below  ; 
Make  ev'rv  beafi  and  bird  fubmit, 
And  lay  the  fifties  at  his  feet  ? 

3  But  O  !  what  brighter  glories  wait 
To  crown  the  fecond  Adam's  ftate  ? 
What  honours  fhall  thy  Son  adorn  ; 
"Who  condefcended  to  be  born  ? 

4  See  him  below  his  angels  made  ; 
Behold  him  number'd  with  the  dead, 
To  fave  a  ruin'd  world  from  fin  ; 
But  he  fhall  reign  with  pow'r  divine. 

5  The  world  to  come,  redeem'd  from  all 
The  mis'ries  that  attend  the  fall ; 

New  made  and  glorious  fhall  fubmit 
At  our  exalted  Saviour's  feet. 

PSALM    9.     Firft  Part.     Common  Metre. 
Wrath  and  Mercy  from  the  Judgment  Seal. 

1  TI7 1TH  my  whole  heart  I'll  raife  my  fong, 

VV     Thy  wonders  I'll  proclaim, 
Thou  fov'reign  judge  of  right  and  wrong 
Wilt  put  thy  foes  to  fhame. 

2  I'll  fing  thy  majefty  and  grace; 

My  God  prepares  his  throne 
To  judge  the  world  in  righteoufnefs, 
And  make  his  vengeance  known. 

3  Then  fhall  the  Lord  a  refuge  prove 

For  all  the  po~r  opprefs'd  ; 
To  fave  the  p:opte  of  his  love, 
And  give  the  weary  reft. 

4  The  men  that  know  thy  name  will  truft 

In  thv  abundant  grace  ; 
For  thou  haft  ne'er  forfook  the  juft, 
Who  humbly  feek  thy  face. 

5  Sin?  praifes  to  the  righteous  Lord, 

Who  dwells  in  Zion\  Hill, 
Who  executes  his  threat'ning  word, 
Whofe  works  his  grace  fulfil. 


PSALM     IX.  4* 

PSALM     9.     Ver     12.    Second  Part.     CM. 

The  Wifdom  and  Eqsity  of  P/ evidence. 
1   TT7HEN  the  great  judge,  fupreme  and  juft, 
VV     Shall  once  enquire  for  blood  ; 
The  humble  fouls  that  mourn  in  daft, 
Shall  find  a  faithful  God. 

5  He  from  the  dreadful  gates  of  death 

Does  his  own  children  raife  : 

In  Zion's  gates  with  cheerful  breath, 

They  fing  their  Father's  praife. 

3  His  foes  fhall  fall  with  heedlefs  feet, 

Into  the  pit  they  made  ; 
And  finners  perifh  in  the  net 

That  their  own  hands  have  fpread. 

4  Thus  by  thy  judgment,  mighty  God, 

Are  thy  deep  counfels  known  : 
When  men  of  mischief  are  deftroy'd, 
In  fnares  that  were  their  own. 

Pause. 

,5  The  wicked  fhall  fink  down  to  hell ; 
Thy  wrath  devour  the  lands 
That  dare  forget  thee,  or  rebel 
Againft  thy  known  commands. 

6  Though  faints  to  fore  diflrefs  are  brought, 

And  wait,  and  long  complain, 
Their  cries  fhall  never  be  forgot, 
Nor  fhall  their  hopes  be  vain. 

\j  Rife,  great  Redeemer,  from  thy  feat. 
To  judge  and  fave  the  poor; 
Let  nations  tremble  at  thy  feet, 
And  man  prevail  no  more. 
8  Thy  thunder  fhall  affright  the  proud, 
And  put  their  hearts  to  pain, 
Make  them  confefs,  that  thou  art  G©Oj 
And  they  but  feeble  men.] 
B3 


4*  P   S  A  L   M     X. 

P  S  A  L  M    le.     Common  Metre. 
Prayer  heard,  and  Saints  fared ;    or,  Pride,  Atkeifm, 

and  Ol'pre/jion  puni/hed. — For  a  humiliation  day. 
i   "\  "KTHY  doth  the  Lord  depart  fo  far, 
V  V     And  why  conceal  his  face, 
Wh°n  great  calamities  appear, 
And  times  of  deep  diftrefs  ? 

2  Lord,  fhall  the  wicked  ftill  deride 

Thy  juftice  and  thy  laws  ? 
Shall  they  advance  their  heads  in  pride, 
And  flight  their  righteous  caufe  ? 

3  They  call  thy  judgments  from  their  fight, 

And  then  infult  the  poor: 
They  boafl  in  their  exalted  height, 
That  they  fhall  fall  no  more. 

4  Arife,  O  God,  lift  up  thine  hand, 

Attend  our  humble  cry; 
No  enemy  fhall  dare  to  Hand, 
When  God  afcends  on  high. 

Pause. 

5  Why  do  the  men  of  malice  rage, 

And  fay  with  foolifh  pride, 
The  God  of  heaven  will  ne'er  engage 
To  fight  on  Zijn'sfilef 

6  But  thou  forever  art  our  Lord  ; 

And  powerful  is  thine  hard, 
As  when  the  Heathens  felt  thy  fword, 
And  peiifh'd  from  thy  land. 

7  Thou  wilt  prepare  our  hearts  to  pray, 

And  caufe  thine  ear  to  hear ; 
Accept  the  vows  thy  children  pay, 
And  free  thy  faints  from  fear. 

3  Proud  tyrants  fhall  no  more  opprefs, 
No  more  defpife  the  jufb ; 
And  mighty  finners  fhall  confefs, 
They  are  but  earth  and  dull. 


PSALM    XI,     XII.  43 

PSALM    11.      Long  Metre. 
God  loves  the  Righteous,  and  hates  the  Wicked. 

1  "\/\  Y  refuge  is  the  God  of  love  ; 
jS/jL   Why  do  my  foes  infult  and  cry, 
Fly  like  a  tim'rous  trembling  dove, 

To  dijlant  woods  or  mountains  jly  ? 

2  If  government  be  once  deftroy'd, 
(This  firm  foundation  of  our  peace) 
And  violence  make  juftice  void, 
Where  fhall  the  righteous  feek  redrefs? 

3  The  Lord  in  heav'n  has  fix'd  his  throne, 
His  eye  furveys  the  world  below  : 

To  him  all  mortal  things  are  known  ; 
His  eye-lids  fearch  our  fpirits  through. 

4  If  he  afflicts  his  faints  fo  far, 

To  prove  their  love  and  try  their  grace, 
"What  may  the  bold  transgreffors  fear  ? 
His  foul  abhors  their  wicked  ways. 

5  On  impious  wretches  he  fhall  rain 
Sulphurous  flames  of  wafting  death, 
Such  as  he  kindled  on  the  plaia 
Of  Sodom,  with  his  angry  breath. 

^  The  righteous  Lord  loves  righteous  fouls, 
Whole  thoughts  and  aftions  are  fincere, 
And  with  a  gracious  eye  beholds 
The  men  that  his  own  image  bear. 

P  S  A  L  M     12.      Long  Metre. 
The  Saints  Safety  and  Hope  in  evil  Times  :  Or,  Sins  of 
the  Tongue  complained  of  ,  viz.  BlafpAemx,  Fa'/hood.  occ„ 

1  A   LMIGHTY  God  appear  and  fave ! 
/x.  For  vice  and  vanity  prevail  : 

The  godly  pcrifh  in  the  grave, 
The  juit  depart,  the  faithful  fail. 

2  The  whole  difcourfe,  when  crouds  are  met, 
Is  fill'd  with  trifles  loofe  and  vain  ; 

Their  lips  are  flattery  and  deceit, 
And  their  proud  language  is  profane. 


44  PSALM    XII. 

3  But  lips  that  with  deceit  abound, 
Shall  not  maintain  their  triumph  long  : 
The  God  of  vengeance  will  confound 
The  flattering  and  blafpheming  tongue, 

4  Yet  Jhall  our  words  be  free,  they  cry, 

Our  tongue  jhall  becontroul'd  by  none  : 
Where  is  the  Lord,  will  ajk  us  why  f 
Or  fay,  cur  lips  are  not  our  own  ? 

$  The  Lord,  who  fees  the  poor  oppreft, 
And  hears  the  opprefTor's  haughty  ftraiu. 
Will  rife  to  give  his  children  reft, 
Nor  fhall  they  truft  his  word  in  vain. 

6  Thy  word,  O  Lord,  tho' often  try'd, 
Void  of  deceit  fhall  ftill  appear; 
Not  filver,  fev'n  limes  purify'd 
Fromdrofs  and  mixture,  fhines  fo  clear. 

1  Thy  grace  fhall  in  thedarkeft  hour 
Defend  from  danger  and  furprife  ; 
Tho'  when  the  vileft  men  have  povv'r, 
On   every  fide  oppreffors  rife. 

PSALM    12.     Common  Metre. 

Complaint  of  a  general  Corruption  of  Manners  :  or,  The 
Promife  and  Signs  o/'Chrift's  coming  to  Judgment. 

1  TTELP,  Lord,  for  men  of  virtue  fail, 
X  -1   Religion  lofes  ground  ! 

The  fons  of  violence  prevail, 
And  treacheries  abound. 

2  Their  oaths  and  promifers  they  break, 

Yet  act  the  flatterer's  part  ; 
With  fair  deceitful  lips  they  fpeak, 
And  with  a  double  heart. 

3  If  we  reprove  fome  hateful  lie, 
They  fcorn  our  faithful  word  : 

"  Are  ret  our  libs  ear  own,"  lb#y  ^y, 
««  And     ' 


PSALM    XIII.  4S 

4.  Scoffers  appear  on  ev'ry  fide, 
Where  a  vile  race  of  men 
Is  rais'd  to  feats  of  pow'r  and  pride, 
And  bears  the  fword  in  vain. 

Pause. 
g  Lord,  when  iniquities  abound, 
And  blafphemy  grows  bold, 
When  faith  is  rarely  to  be  found, 
And  love  is  waxen  cold  : 

6  Is  not  thy  chariot  haftening  on  ! 
Halt  thou  not  given  the  iign  ? 
May  we  not  truft  and  live  upon 
A  promife  fo  divine  ? 

j  «  Yes,  faith  the  Lord,  now  will  I  rife, 
"  And  make  the  oppreffors  flee; 
"  I  fhall  appear  to  their  furprife* 
"And  fet  my  fervants  free." 

8  Thy  word,  like  filver  feven  times  try'd, 
Through  ages  fhall  endure: 
The  men  that  in  thy  truth  confide, 
Shall  find  thy  piomife  fure. 

PSALM     13.      Common  Metre. 
Complaint   under   the   Temptation  of  the  Devi/. 

1  T  T  O  W  long  wilt  thou  conceal  thy  face  ? 
JLA   My  God,  how  long  delay  ? 

When  fhall  I  feel  thofe  heav'nly  rays 
That  chace  my  fears  away  ? 

2  How  long  fhall  my  poor  lab'ring  foul 

Wreftle  and  toil  in  vain  ? 
Thy  word  can  all  my  foes  controul, 
And  eafe  my  raging  pain. 

3  See  how  the  Prince  of  darknefs  tries 

All  his  malicious  arts; 
He  fpreads  a  miff  around  mine  eye.;, 
And  throws  his  fiery  darts. 
B.<L 


4$  PSALM    XIV. 

4  Be  thou  my  fun,  and  thou  my  fhield, 

My  foul  in  fafety  keep; 
Make  hafte  before  mine  eyes  are  fcal'd 
In  death's  eternal  fleep. 

5  How  would  the  tempter  boaft  aloud, 

Should  I  become  his  prey! 
Behold  the  fons  of  hell  grow  proud 

To  fee  thy  long  delay. 
t  But  they  (hall  fly  at  thy  rebuke, 

Ard  Satan  hide  his  head  ; 
He  knows  the  terrors  of  thy  look, 

And  hears  thy  voice  with  dread. 
7  Thou  wilt  difplay  that  fov'reign  grace 

Whence  all  my  comforts  fpring: 
I  fh.2i!  employ  my  lips  in  praife, 

And  thy  falvation  fing. 

PSALM    14.    Fuji  Part.     Common  Metre, 
By  Nature  all  Men  are  Sinners. 

1  T700LS,  in  iheir  hearts  believe  and  fay, 
Jl     "  That  al!  religion's  vain, 

"  There  is  no  God  that  reigns  on  high, 
,:  Or  minds  th' a^airs  of  men." 

2  From  thoughts  fo  dreadful  and  profane, 

Corrupt  difcourfe  proceeds  ; 
And  in  their  impious  hands  are  found 

Abominable  deeds. 
0  The  Lord,  from  his  celeftial  throne 

Look'd  down  on  things  below, 
To  find  the  man  that  fought  his  grace, 

Or  did  his  ji.ftice  know. 

4  By  nature  ail  are  gone  aflray, 

Their  practice  all  the  fame  ; 
There's  none  that  fears  his  Maker's  hand, 
There's  none  that  loves  his  name. 

5  Their  tongues  are  us'd  to  fpeak  deceit, 

Their  flanders  never  ceafe  ; 
How  fwifi  to  mifchicf  are  their  feet; 
-    Nor  know  the  paths  of  peace. 


PSALM    XIV,  XV.  47 

6  Such  feeds  of  fin  (that  bitter  root) 
In  ev'ry  heart  are  found  ; 
Nor  can  they  bear  diviner  fruit, 
'Till  grace  refine  the  ground. 

PSALM  14.    Second  Part.     Common  Metre, 
The  Folly  of  Perfcutors. 

1  ARE  finners  now  fo  fenfelefs  grown 
MX.  That  they  the  faints  devour  ? 
And  never  worfhip  at  thy  throne, 

Nor  fear  thine  awful  pow'r  ? 

2  Great  God,  appear  to  their  furprife, 

Reveal  thy  dieadful  name; 
Let  them  no  more  thy  wrath  defpife, 
Nor  turn  our  hope  to  fhame. 

3  Doff  thou  not  dwell  among  the  juft  ? 

And  yet  our  foes  deride, 
That  we  fhould  make  thy  name  our  truft  : 
Great  God,  confound  their  pride. 

4  O  that  the  joyful  day  was  come 

To  finifh  our  di'ftrefs  ! 
When  God  fhall  bring  his  children  home, 
Our  fongs  fhall  never  ceafe. 

P  S  A  L  M  15.     Common  Metre. 

Charatler  of  a  Saint ;   or,  a  Citizen  of  Zion  ;  or,  the 

Qualifications  of  a  Chrijlzan. 

1  "\T7HO  fhall  inhabit  in  thy  hill, 

VV     O  God  of  holinefs  ? 
Whom  will  the  Lord  admit  to  dwell 
So  near  his  throne  of  grace  ? 

2  The  man  that  walks  in  pious  ways, 

And  works  with  righteous  hands  ; 
That  trufls  his  Maker's  promis'd  grace, 
And  follows  his  commands. 

3  He  fpeaks  the  meaning  of  his  heart, 

Nor  flanders  with  his  tongue  ; 

Will  fcarce  believe  an  ill  report, 

Nor  do  his  neighbour  wrong. 


4*  PSALM    XV. 

4  The  wealthy  (inner  he  contemns, 
Loves  all  that  fear  the  Lord; 
And  tho'  to  his  own  hurt  he  fwearj, 
Still  he  performs  his  woid.' 

$  His  hands  difdain  a  golden  bribe, 
And  never  wrong  the  poor  ; 
This  man  fhal!  dwell  with  God  on  earth, 
And  '  nd  his  heav'n  fecure. 

PSALM     15.      Long  Metre. 

Religion  and  Jufiice,  Goodnefs  and  Truth  ;  or,  Duties  te 
,    God  and  Man  ;  or,  ike  Qualifications  of  a  Canftian. 

1  \X/HO  fhall  afcend  thy  heav'nly  place, 

**     Great  God,  and  dwell  before  thy  face? 
The  man  that  minds  religion  now, 
And  humbly  walks  with  God  below  : 

2  Who  He  hands  are  pure,  whofe  heart  is  clean, 
Whofe  lips  ftill  fpeak  the  thing  they  mean  ; 
No  flanders  dwell  upon  his  tongue  , 

He  hates  to  do  his  neighbour  wrong. 

3  [Scarce  will  he  truft  an  ill  report, 
Or  vent  it  to  his  neighbour's  hurt  : 
Sinners  of  ftate  he  can  defpife, 
But  faints  are  honour'd  in  his  eyes.] 

4  [Firm  to  his  word  he  ever  flood, 
And  always  makes  his  promife  good, 
Nor  dares  to  change  the  thing  he  iwears, 
Whatever  pain  or  lofs  he  bears.] 

4  [He  never  deals  in  bribing  gold, 

And  mourns  that  juftice  fhould  be  fold  : 
While  others  fcorn  and  wrong  the  poor, 
Sweet  charity  attends  his  door.] 

£  He  loves  his  enemies,  and  prays 
f  c  r  thofe  that  curfe  him  to  his  face; 
And  doth  to  all  men  ftill  the  fame 
rhat  he  would  hope  or  wifh  from  them. 


PSALM      XVI.  49 

7  Yet,  when  liis  holieft  works  are  done, 

His  foul  depends  on  grace  alone  : 

This  is  the  man  thy  face  fhall  fee, 

And  dwell  for  ever,  Lord,  with  thee. 

PSALM     16.     FhjlPart.     Long  Metre. 

ConJtJJion  of  our  Poverty;   and,  Saints  the  bejl  Company ; 

or,  Good  Works  profit  Men ,  not  God. 

1  "T)RESERVE  me,  Lord,  in  time  of  need, 
jL      For  fuccour  to  thy  throne  I  flee, 

But  have  no  merits  there  to  plead  ; 
My  goodnefs  cannot  reach  to  thee. 

2  Oft  have  my  heart  and  tongue  confeft 
How  empty  and  how  poor  I  am  ; 
My  praife  can  never  make  thee  bleft, 
Nor  add  new  glories  to  thy  name. 

3  Yet,  Lord,  thy  faints  on  earth  may  reap 
Some  profit  by  the  good  we  do  ; 

Thefe  are  the  company  I  keep, 
Thefe  are  the'choiceft  friends  I  know# 

4  Let  others  choofe  the  fons  of  mirth 
To  give  a  relifh  to  their  wine  ? 

I  love  the  men  of  heav'nly  birth, 
Whofe  thoughts  and  language  are  divine. 
PSALM     16.     Second  Part.     Long  Metre. 
Chrift's  All-fujjiciency. 

1  TTOW  faft  their  guilt  and  forrows  rife, 
XI  Who  hafte  to  i'eek  fome  idol-god  ! 
I  will  not  tafte  their  facrifice, 

Their  offerings  of  forbidden  blood. 

2  My  God  provides  a  richer  cup, 
And  nobler  food  to  live  upon  : 
He  for  my  life  has  offer'd  up 
jfefus,  his  beft  beloved  Son. 

3  His  love  is  my  perpetual  feafl ; 

By  day  his  counfeh  guide  me  right ; 
And  be  his  name  for  ever  bleft, 
Who  gives  me  fweet  advice  by  night. 


50  PSALM     XVI. 

4  I  fet  him  flill  before  mine  eyes; 

At  my  right  hand  he  (lands  prepar'd 

To  keep  my  foul  from  all  furprife, 

And  be  my  everlafling  guaid. 

PSALM     16.     Third  Pai t.     Long  Metre. 
Courage  in  Death,  and  Hope  of  the  RefurreRion. 

1  "^"^/"HEX  God  is  nigh,  my  faith  is  ftrong, 

Y  V      His  arm  is  toy  almighty  prop  : 
Be  glad  my  heart,  rejoice  my  tongue, 
My  dying  ffefh  fhall  reft  in  hope. 

2  Though  in  the  duft  I  lay  my  head, 
Yet,  gracious  God,  thou  wilt  not  leave 
My  foul  for  ever  with  the  dead, 

Nor  lofe  thy  children  in  the  grave. 

3  My  fkfh  fhall  thy  firft  call  obey, 
Shake  off  the  duft,  and  rife  on  high  ; 
Then  (halt  thou  lead  the  wond'rous  way 
Up  to  the  throne  above  the  fky. 

4  There  dreams  ofendlefs  pleafure  flow; 
And  full  difcoveries  of  thy  grace 
(Which  we  but  tafted  here  below) 
Spread  heav'nly  joys  through  all  the  place. 

PSALM  16.  Ver  1  —  8.  Fir jl  Part.  Common  Metre. 

Support  and  Counfelfrom  God  without  Merit, 

1  QAVE  me,  OLord,  from  every  foe; 
l3     In  thee  my  truft  I  place, 
Though  all  the  good  that  I  c?n  do 

Can  ne'er  deferve  thy  grace  ; 

2  Yet  if  my  God  prolong  my  breath, 

The  faints  may  ftill  rejoice; 
The  faints,  the  glory  of  the  earth, 
The  people  of  my  choice. 

3  Let  heathens  to  their  idols  hafte, 

And  worfhip  wood  or  flone; 
But  my  delightful  lot  is  cafl 
Where  the  true  God  is  known. 


I 


PSALM     xvr.  5i 

4  His  hand  provides  my  conftant  food, 

He  fills  my  daily  cup ; 
Much  am  I  pleas'd  '.villi  prefent  good, 
But  more  rejoice  in  hope, 

5  God  is  my  portion  and  my  joy; 

His  counfels  are  my  light  : 
He  gives  me  fweet  advice  by  day, 
And  gentle  hints   by  night. 
±6  My  foul  would  all  her  thoughts  approve 
To    his  all-feeing  eye; 
Not  death  nor.  hell  my  hope  (hall  move 
While  fuch  a  friend  is  nigh. 
PSALM     i6.  Second  Part.  Common  Metre. 
The  Death  and  Refurretlion  of  Chrift. 
Set  the  Lord  before  my  face, 
"  He  bears  my  courage  up  ; 
"  My  heart,  my  tongue  their  joys  exprefs, 
«   My  flefh  fhall  reft  in  hope. 
a  "  My  fpirit,  Lord,  thou  wilt  not  leave 
"  Where  fouls  departed  are  ; 
"  Nor  quit  my  body  to  the  grave 
"  To  fee  corruption  there. 

3  *'  Thou  wilt  reveal  the  path  of  life, 

<e  And  raife  me  to  thy  throne  : 
"  Thy  courts  immortal  pleafure  give, 
"  Thy  prefence  joys  unknown." 

4  [Thus  in  the  name  of  Chrift  the  Lord, 

The  holy  David  fung, 
And  Providence  fulfils  the  word 
Of  his  prophetic  tongue. 

^  Jefus,  whom  ev'ry  faint  adores, 
Was  crucify 'd  and  flain  ; 
Behold  the  tomb  its  prey  reftores, 
Behold  he  lives  again. 

6  When  fhall  my  feet  arife  and  ftand 
On  heaven's  eternal  hills  ? 
There  fits  the  Son  at  God's  riaht  hand, 
And  there  the  Father  fmiles.] 


^  PSALM       XVII. 

PSALM     ij.  Ver.  13,  Be.     Short  Metre. 

Portion  of  Saints  and  Sinners  ;  or,  Hope  and  Defpdir 
in  Death. 

1  A   RISE,  my  gracious  God, 
±\.     And  make  the  wicked  flee  ; 
They  are  but  thy  chaftifing  rod 

To  drive  thy  faints  to  thee. 

2  Behold  the  (inner  dies, 

His  haughty  words  are  vain ; 
Here  in  this  life  his  pleafure  lies, 
And  all  beyond  is  pain. 

3  Then  let  his  pride  advance, 

And  boaft  cf  all  his  ftore  ; 
The  Lord  is  my  inheritance, 
My  foul  can  wifli  no  more. 

4  I  fhall  behold  the  face 

Of  my  forgiving  God  ; 
And  (land  complete  in  righteoufnefs, 
Wafh'd  in  my  Saviour's  blood. 

5  There's  a  new  heav'n  begun 

When  I  awake  from  death, 

Dxeft  in  the  likenefsof  thy  Son, 

And  draw  immortal  breath. 

PSALM     17.     Long  Metre. 

The  Sinner's  Portion  and  Saint's  Hope  ;  or,  the  Heaven 
of  feparate  Souls,  and  the  Rejuyreciwv. 

1  r    ORD,  I  am  thine:  but  thou  wilt  prove 
I  -t  My  faith,  my  patience  and  my  love; 

When  men  of  fpite  againft  me  join, 
They  are  the  fword  the  hand  is  thine. 

2  Their  hope  and  portion  lie  below  ; 
'Tis  all  the  happinefsthey  know, 

'Tis  all  they  feek  ;  they  take  their  fhares; 
And  leave  the  reft  amons  their  heirs. 


PSALM    XVIII.  55 

What  finners  value,  I  refign  ; 
Lord,  'tis  enough  that  thou  art  mine  : 
I  fhall  behold  thy  blifsful  face, 
And  ftand  complete  in  righteoufnefs. 

This  life's  a  dream,  an  empty  fhow; 
But  the  bright  world  to  which  I  go, 
Hath  joys  fubftantial  and  fincere  ; 
When  (hall  I  wake  and  find  me  there  ? 

0  glorious  hour!  O  bleft  abode  ! 

1  fhall  be  near  and  like  my  God  ; 
And  flefh  and  fin  no  more  controul 
The  facred  pleafures  of  the  foul. 

5  My  flefh  fhall  (lumber  in  the  ground, 
Till  the  laft  trumpet's  joyful  found  : 
Then  burft  the  chains  with  fweet  furprife, 
And  in  my  Saviour's  image  rife. 

PSALM     18.     FirJiPart.     Long  Metre. 

Ver.  1—9,  15—18. 

Deliverancefrom  Defpair  ;  or,  Temptation  overcome. 

1  r  T^HEE  will  I  love,  O  Lord,  my  ftrength, 
JL     My  rock,  my  tow'r,  my  high  defence; 
Thy  mighty  arm  fhall  be  my  truft, 
For  I  have  found  falvation  thence. 

2,  Death,  and  the  terrors  of  the  grave, 
Stood  round  me  with  their  difmal  fhade  : 
While  floods  of  high  temptation  rofe, 
And  made  my  finking  foul  afraid. 

3  I  raw  the  op'ning  gates  of  hell, 
With  endlefs  pains  and  forrows  there, 
(Which  none  but  they  that  feel  can  tell) 
While  I  was  hurry'd  to  defpair. 

4  In  my  difirefs  I  call'd  my  God, 
When  I  could  fcarce  believe  him  mine; 
He  bow'd  his  ear  to  my  complaint ; 
And  prov'd  his  faving  grace  divine. 


i4  PSALM     XVIII. 

j  [With  fpeed  he  flew  to  my  relief, 

As  on  3  cherub's  wing  he  rode  ; 

Awful,  aud  bright  as  lightning,  fhoiitf 

The  face  of  my  deliverer,  God. 

6  Temptations  fled  at  his  rebuke» 
The  Waft  of  his  Almighty  breath: 
He  fent  falvation  from  on  high, 

And  drew  me  from  the  deeps  of  death.] 

7  Great  were  my  fears,  my  foes  were  great, 
Much  was  their  ftrenglh,  and  more  their  rage  j 
But  Chrift,  my  Lord,  is  conqueror  flill 

In  all  the  wars  the  proud  can  wage. 

8  My  fong  for  ever  fhall  record 
That  terrible,  that  joyful  hour  ; 
And  give  the  glory  to  the  Lord 
Due  to  his  mercy  and  his  pow'r. 

P  S  A  L  M     18. 

Secovd  Part.     Ver.  20, — 26.     Long  Metre. 
Sincerity  proved  and  rewarded. 

x    T    ORD,  thou  haft  feen  my  foul  fin;  ere, 
1,  j   Haft  made  thy  truth  and  love  appear; 
Before  mine  eyes  I  fet  thy  laws, 
And  thou  haftown'd  my  righteous  caufe. 

2  Since  I  have  learn'd  thy  holy  ways, 
I've  walk'd  upright  before  thy  face  : 
Or  if  my  feet  did  e'er  depart, 
Thy  love  reclaim'd  my  wand'iing  heart. 

3  What  fore  temptations  broke  my  reft! 
What  wars  and  llrugglings  in  my  breaft! 
But  through  thy  grace  that  reigns  within, 
I  guard  againft  my  darling  fin. 

4.  That  fin  that  clofe  befets  me  ftill, 

That  ..-         and  ftrivrs  againft  my  will ; 
When  fhall  ov'reign  Dow'r 

Deftroy  it,  that  it  rife  no  more.  * 


PSALM    XVIII.  55 

With  an  impartial  hand,  the  Lord 
Deals  out  to  mortals  their  reward  : 
The  kind  and  faithful  fouls  fhall  find 
A  God  as  faithful  and  as  kind. 
And  men  that  love  revenge  fhall  know, 
God  hath  an  arm  of  vengeance  too  : 
The  juft  and  pure,  fhall  ever  fay, 
Thou  art  more  pure,  more  juft  than  they, 

PSALM     18.     Third  Part.    Long  Metre* 
Ver,  30,  31,  34,  35.  36,  tsfc. 
Rejoice  in  God;  or,  Salvation  and  Triumph, 
I     TUST  are  thy  ways,  and  true  thy  word, 

,J     Great  Rock  of  my  fecure  abode  : 

Who  is  a  God  befidethe  Lord 

Or  where's  a  refuge  like  oar  God  ? 

'Tishe  that  girds  me  with  his  might, 

Gives  me  his  holy  fword  to  wield  ; 

And  while  with  fin  and  hell  I  fight, 

Spreads  his  falvation  for  my  fhieid. 
3  He  lives  and  bleffings  crown  his  reign, 

The  God  of  my  falvation  lives, 

The  dark  defigns  of  hell  are  vain  ; 

While  heav'nly  peace  my  Father  gives, 
4  Before  the  fcoffers  of  the  age, 

I'will  exalt  my  Father's  name, 

Nor  tremble  at  their  mighty  rage, 

But  meet  reproach,  and  bear  the  fhame. 
5  To  David  and  his  royal  feed 

Thy  grace  forever  fhall  extend  ; 

Thy  love  to  faints,  in  Chrijl  their  heed, 

Knows  not  a  limit,  nor  an  end. 

PSALM     18.     FirJlPart.  Common  Metre. 
Vi&ory  and  Triumph  over  temporal  Enemies. 
I   TT7E  love  thee,  Lord,  and  we  adore, 
V  V       Now  is  thine  arm  reveal'd  ; 
Thou  art  our  ftrength,  our  heav'nly  tow'r, 
Our  bulwark  and  our  fhieid. 


$5  p  S  A  L  M     XVIII. 

2  We  fly  to  our  eternal  Rock, 

And  find  a  fure  defence  ; 
His  holy  name  our  lips  invoke, 
And  draw  falvation  thence. 

3  When  God  our  leader  fhines  in  arms, 

What  mortal  heart  can  bear 

The  thunder  of  his  loud  alarms? 

The  light'ning  of  his  fpear  ? 

4  He  rides  upon  the  winged  wind, 

And  angels  in  array 
In  millions  wait  to  know  his  mind, 
And  fwift  as  flames  obey. 

5  He  fpeaks,  and  at  his  fierce  rebuke 

Whole  armies  are  difmay'd  ; 
His  voice,  his  frown,  his  angry  look 
S:rikes  all  their  courage  dead. 

6  He  forms  our  gen'rals  for  the  field, 

With  all  their  dreadful  fkill : 
Gives  them  his  awful  fword  to  wield, 
And  makes  their  hearts  of  fteel. 

7  Oft  has  the  Lord  whole  nations  bleft 

For  his  own  church's  fake  ; 
The  pow'rs  that  give  his  people  reft, 
Shall  of  his  care  partake, 
PSALM     1 8.     Second  Part.     Common  Metre. 
The  Conqueror's  Song. 

1  HHO  thine  almighty  arm  we  owe 

X       The  triumphs  of  the  day; 
Thy  terrors,  Lord,  confound  the  foe, 
And  melt  their  ftrength  away. 

2  'Tis  by  thy  aid  our  troops  prevail, 

And  break  united  powers; 
Or  burn  their  boafled  fleets,  or  fcale 
The  proudefl  of  their  tow'rs. 

3  How  have  we  chasM  them  through  the  field, 

And  trod  them  to  the  ground, 
While  thy  falvation  was  our  fhield, 
But  they  no  fhelter  found  ! 


PSALM    XIX.  5T 

4  In  vain  to  idol  faints  they  cry, 
And  perifh  in  their  blood  ; 
Where  is  the  rock  fo  great,  fo  high} 
So  pow'rful,  as  our  God. 
£  The  God  of  Ifrael  ever  lives ; 
His  name  be  ever  blefl:  ; 
'Tis  his  own  arm  the  vicVry  gives, 
And  gives  his  people  reft. 

PSALM     19.     Firfi  Part.     Short  Metre. 
The  Book  of  Nature  and  Scripture. 
For  a  Lord's  Day  Morning. 
1    DEHOLD  the  lofty  fky, 
-D   Declares  its  maker  God, 
And  all  the  ftarry  works  on  high 
Proclaim  his  pow'r  abroad. 

p  The  darknefs  and  the  light 

Still  keep  their  courfe  the  fame  ; 
i     While  night  to  day  and  day  to  night 

Divinely  teach  his  name. 

§  In  ev'ry  diff  rent  land 

Their  gen'ral  voice  is  known ; 
,     They  fhow  the  wonders  of  his  hand, 

And  orders  of  his  throne. 

4  Ye  Chriftian  lands,  rejoice, 

Here  he  reveals  his  word  ; 
We  are  not  left  to  nature's  voice 
To   bid   us  know  the  Lord. 

5  His  ftatutes  and  commands 

Are  fet  before  our  eyes, 
He  puts  his  gofpel  in  our  hands, 
Where  our  falvation  lies. 

>  His  laws  are  juft  and  pure, 
His  truth  without  deceit; 
His  promifes  for  ever  fure, 
And  his  rewards  are  great; 


58  PSALM     XIX. 

7  Not  honey  to  the  tafte 

Affords  fo  much  delight ; 
Nor  gold  that  has  the  furnace  pafs'd 
So  much  allures  the  fight. 

8  While  of  thy  works  I  fing, 

Thy  glory  to  proclaim, 
Accept  the  praife,  my  God,  my  King, 
In  my  Redeemer's  name. 

PSALM    19.     Second  Part.     Shoit  Metre. 
God's  Word  mojl  excellent;   or,    Sincerity  and  Watch- 
Julnefs. 
For  a  Lord's   Day  Morning. 
l"  T)EHOLD  the   morning  fun 
X3     Begins  his   glorious  way  ; 
His  beams  through  all  the  nations  runr 
And  life  and  light  convey. 

2  But  where  the  gofpel  comes, 

It  fpreads  diviner  light, 
It  calls  dead  finner*  from  their  tombs, 
And  gives  the  blind  their  fight. 

3  How  perfect  is  thy  word  ! 

And  all  thy  judgments  juft, 
For  ever  fure  thy  promife.  Lord,. 
And  men  fecurely  truft. 

4  My  gracious  God,  how  plain 

Are  thy  directions  giv'n! 
O  m2y  I  never  read  in  vain, 
But  nod  the  path  to  heav'n  ! 

Pause. 

5  I  heard  thy  word  with  love, 

And  I  would  fain  obey  ; 
Send  thy  good  fpirit  from  above 
To  guide  me  left  1  ftray. 

6  O  who  can  ever  find 

The  errors  of  his   ways  ? 
Yet  with  a  bold  prefumptuous  mind 
I  would  not  dare  tranfgrefs. 


PSALM    XIX.  59 

Warn  me  of  ev'ry  fin, 

Forgive  my  fecret  faults, 
And  clcanfe  this  guilty  foul  of  mine, 

Whofe  crimes  exceed  my  thoughts, 

While  with  my  heart  and  tongue 

I  fpread  thy  praife  abroad  ; 
Accept  the  worfhip  and  the  fong, 

My  Saviour  and  my  God. 

PSALM     19.     Long  Metre. 

"he  Books  of  Nature,  and  the  Scripture  compared:  or,. 
the  Glory  and  Succefs  of  the  Go/pel, 

THE  heavens  declare  thy  glory,  Lord, 
In  every  ftar  thy  goodnefs  fhines; 
But  when  our  eyes  behold  thy  word, 
We  read  thy  name  in  fairer  lines. 
js  The  rolling  fun,  the  changing  Tight, 
And  nights  and  days  thy  pow'r  confefs;. 
But  the  bleft  volume  thou  haft  writ, 
Reveals  thy  juftice  and  thy  grace. 
Sun,  moon  and  ftars  eonvey  thy  praife 
Round  the  whole  earth,  and  never  ftand  ; 
So  when  thy  truth  began  its  race, 
It  touch'd  and  glanc'd  on  ev'ry  land. 

4  Nor  {hall  thy  fpreadiug  gofpel  reft 

'    Till  through  the  world  thy  truth  has  run ; 
Till  Ckriji  has  all  the  nations  bleft, 
That  fee  the  light,  or  feel  the  fun. 

5  Great  Son  of  Righteoufnefs,  arife, 

Blefs  the  dark  world  with  heav'nly  light;. 
Thy  gofpel  makes  the  fimple  wife, 
Thy  laws  are  pure,  thy  judgments  right. 

6  Thy  nobleft  wonders  here  we  view, 
In  fouls  renew 'd  and  fins  forgiv'n, 
Lord,  cleanfe  my  fins,  my  foul  renew 
And  make  thy  word  my  guide  to  heav'fi. 


6o  PSALM     XIX. 

P  S  A  L  M  19.    To  the  Tune  of  the  1 13th  Pfal 

The  Book  of  Nature  and  Scripture. 
*    /">  RE  AT  God,  the  heavVs  well  order'd  frar. 
V-X  Declares  the  glories  of  thy  name: 

There  thy  rich  works  of  wonder  fhine  ;  ' 
A  thoufand  ftarry  beauties  there, 
A  thoufand  radiant  marks  appear 

Of  boundlefs  pow'r,  and  {kill  divine, 

2  From  night  to  day,  from  day  to  night, 
The  dawning  and  the  dying  light, 

Le&uresof  heav'nly  wifdom  read; 
With  filent  eloquence  they  raife 
Our  thoughts  to  our  Creator's  praife, 

And  neither  found  nor  language  need. 

3  Yet  their  divine  inftruftions  run 
Far  as  the  journies  of  the  fun, 

And  ev'ry  nation  knows  their  voice: 
The  fun,  like  fome  young  bridegroom  dreft, 
Breaks  from  the  chambers  of  the  eaft, 

Rolls  round,  and  makes  the  earth  rejoice* 

4  Where'er  he  fpreads  his  beams  abroad, 
He  fmiles  and  fpeaks  his  maker  God  : 

All  nature  joins  to  fhew  thy  praife: 
Thus  God  in  ev'ry  creature  fhines; 
Fair  is  the  book  of  nature's  lines, 

But  fairer  is  the  book  of  grace. 
Pause. 

5  I  love  the  volumes  of  thy  word  : 
What  light  and  joy  thofe  leaves  afford 

To  fouls  benighted  and  diftreft ! 
Thy  precepts  guide  my  doubtful  war, 
Thy  fear  forbids  my  feet  to  Hray, 

Thy  promife  leads  my  heart  to  reft. 

6  From  the  difcov'ries  of  thy  law 
The  perfeft  rules  of  life  I  draw  : 

Thefe  are  my  ffudy  and  delight ; 
Not  honey  fo  invites  the  taffe, 
Nor  gold  that  hath  the  furnace  paft 

Appear  fo  pleafmg  to  the  fight. 


PSALM    XX.  $i 

*  Thy  threat'niogs  wake  my  flumb'ring  eyes, 
And  warn  me  where  my  danger  lies; 

But  'tis  thy  bleffed  gofpel.  Lord, 
That  makes  my  guilty  confcience  clean, 
Converts  my  foul,  lubdues  my  fin, 
And  gives  a  free,  but  large  reward. 

3  Who  knows  the  errors  of  his  thoughts  ? 
My  God,  forgive  my  fecret  faults, 

And  from  prefumpfuous  fins  reftrain; 
Aecept  my  poor  attempts  of  praife, 
That  I  have  read  thy  book  of  grace 

And  book  of  nature  not  in  vaia. 

PSALM     20.     Long  Metre. 
Prayer  and  Hope  of  Viclory. 
For  a  Day  of  Prayer  in  Time  of  War. 
1   \  TOW  may  the  God  of  pow'r  and  grace 
_[/%]    Attend  his  people's  humble  cry  ! 
Jehovah  hears  when  IJrael  pra^s, 
And  brings  deliv'rance  from  on  high. 

a  The  name  of  Jacob's  God  defends, 
When  bucklers  fail  and  brazen  walls  ; 
He  from  his  fan&uary  fends 
Succour  and  ftrength  when  Zion  sails,. 

3  Weil  he  remembers  all  our  fighs, 
His  love  exceeds  our  belt  deferts : 
His  love  accepts  the  facrifice 

Of  humble  groans  and  broken  hearts. 

4  In  his  falvation  is  our  hope, 
And  in  thename  of  Ifrael'sGod, 

'    Our  troops  fhall  lift  their  banners  up, 
"Our  natives  fpread  their  flags  abroad. 

5  Some  truft  in  horfes  train'd  for  war, 
And  fome  of  chariots  make  their  boaft  : 
Our  fureft  expectations    are 

From  thee,  the  Lord  of  heav'nly  hofts. 
C 


6a  P  S  A  L  M     XXL 

S  [O  may  the  mem'ry  of  thy  name 
Infpirc  our  armirr  for  the  fight  ! 
Our  foes  fhaii  F3IJ  a  ad  die  with  fhame ; 
Or  quit  the  field  with  coward  flight.! 

7    Now  fave  us  Lord,   from  flavifh  fear, 
Now  let  our  hopes  be.  firm  and  flrong, 
Till  thy  falvation  fl-M.i  appear, 
And  joy  and  triumph  raife  the  forg. 

PSALM    21.     Common  Metre. 

National  BUJmgs  acknowledged. 

l  TN  '-hee,  great  God,  with  fongs  of  praife, 
X   Our  favour'd  realms  rejoice  ; 
And,  bleft  with  thy  falvation,  raife 
To  heav'n  theii  cheerful  voiceA 

s  Thy  fure  defence,  thro'  nations  round, 
Hath  fpread  our  nfing  name, 
And  ail  our  feeble  efforts  crown'd 
With  freedom  and  with  fame. 

3  In  deep  diftrefs  our  injur'd  land 

Implor'd  thy  power  to  fave; 
For  life  we  pray'd  ;  thy  bounteous  hand 
The  timely  bleffing  gave. 

4  Thy  mighty  arm,  eternal  Power, 

Oppcs'd  their  deadly  aim, 
In  mercy  fwept  them  from  our  fhore, 
And  fnread  their  fails  with  fhame. 

£  On  thee,  in  want,  in  woe  or  pain, 

Our  hearts  alone  rely  ; 
fy    Our  rights  thy  mercy  will  maintain, 
And  all  our  wants  fupply. 

6  Thus,  Lord,  thy  wond'rous  power  declare, 
And  (till  exalt  thy  fame ; 
While  we  glad  fongs  of  praife  prepare, 
For  thiae  Almighty  name. 


PSALM     XXI,    XXII.  63 

PSALM     2i.     1 — g.     Long  Metre. 

Chriji  exalted  to  the  Kingdom. 
1    X"X  AVID  rejoic'd  in  God  his  ftreng;;;, 
JLy    Rais'd  to  the  throne  by  fpecial  gracs, 
Bat  Chriji  the  Son  appears  at  length,  . 
Fulfils  the  triumph  and  the  pralfe. 
Kow  great  the  bleft  Mejfiah's  joy 
In  the  falvation  of  thy  hand  ! 
Lord,  thou  haft  rais'd  his  kingdom  high,  , 
And  giv'n  the  world  to  his  command. 
Thy  goodnefs  grants  whate'er  he  -a  ill, 
Nor  doth  the  leaft  requeft  withhold  l  : 
Bleflings  of  love  prevent  him  ftill, 
And  crowni  of  glory,  not  of  gold, 

£  Honour  and  majefty  divine 

Around  his  facred  temples  fhine  : 
Bleft  with  the  favour  of  thy  face, 
And  length  of  everlafling  days. 
Thine  hand  fnall  find  out  all  his  foes  ;  ; 
And  as  a  fiery  oven  glows 
With  raging  heat  and  living  coals, 
So  fhall  thy  wrath  devour  their  fouls. 

PSALM  22.     1  — 16.'  Firfl  Part.  Common  Metre.- 
The  Sufferings  and  Death  of  Chriji. 

WHY  has  my  God  my  foul  forfook, 
Nor  will  a  fmiie  afford  ? 
(Thus  David-onct  in  anguifh  fpoke, 
And  thus  our  dying  Lord.) 

Though  'tis  thy  chief  delight  to  dwell 

Among  thy   praifing  faints, 
Yet  thou  canft  hear  our  groan  as  well, 

And  pity  our  complaims. 
Qur  fathers  trufted  in  thy  name. 

And  great  deliverance  found  : 
And  I'm  a  woim  defpis'd  of  men, 

And  trodden  to  the  ground. 
Ca 


«4  PSALM     XXII. 

4  With  making  head  they  pafs  me  by. ' 
And  laugh  my  foal  to  fcorn  ; 
In  vain  he  trufis  in  God.  they  cry 
NtgUEted  and  forlorn. 
,5  But  thou  art  he  who  form'd  my  nefh. 
By  thme  almightv  word; 
And  fince  I  hung  upon  the  bread 
My  hope  is  in  the  Lord. 
6  Why  will  my  father  hide  his  %ce 

When  foes  ftand  tfcrea  )Uri<i 

In  the  dark  hour  of    leep  diftrefs, 
And  not  an  helper  found  ? 

Pause. 
?  Behold  thv  darling  left  among 
The  cruel   and  the  proud, 
By  foes  encompafs'd  fierce  and  ftrong, 
As  lions  roaring  loud. 

8  From  earth  and  hell  my  forrows  meet 
To  multiply  the  fmart ; 
They  nail  my  hands,  they  pierce  my  fee^ 
And  try  to  vex  my  heart. 
5  Yet  if  thy  fov'reign  hand  let  loofe 
The  rage  of  earth  and  hell, 
Why  will  my  heav'nly  Father  bruife 
The  fon  he  loves  fo  well  ? 

10  My  God,  if  poflible  it  be, 

Withhold  this  bitter  cup; 

But  I  refign  my  will  to  thee, 

And  drink,  the  forrows  up. 

13   My  heart  diffolves  with  p3ngs  unknown, 

In  groans  I  wafte  my  breath  ; 

Thy  heavy  hand  has  brought  me  down, 

Low  as  the  duft  of  death. 

12  Father,  I  give  my  fp'trit  up, 
And  truft  it  in  thy  hand  : 
My  dying  fiefh  fhall  reft  in  hope 
And  rife  at  thy  command 


P'S'AL  M     XXII.  $$ 

*SALM  2'a.  Vtr.  20,  21,  27 — 31.  Sec.  Part.  C.  M* 
Ckrfft's  Sufferings  and  Exaltation. 
t:  VTOW  from  the  roaring  lion's  rage, 

IN    "  0  Lord,  protect  thy  Son, 
ft  Nor  leave  thy  darling  to  engage 
"  The  powers  of  hell  alone." 
i  Thus  did  our  fuff 'ring  Saviour  pray 
With  mighty  cries  and  tears, 
God  heard  him  in  the  dreadful  day, 
And  chas'd  away  his  fears. 

5  Great  was  the  vi&'ry  of  his  death, 
His  throne  exalted  high  ; 
And  all  the  kindreds  of  the  earth 
Shall   yorfhip  or  ihall  die. 
I  A  num'rous  offspring  muff  arife 
From  his  expiring  groans  ; 
They  fhall  be  reckon'd  in  his  eyes 
For  daughters  and  for  fons. 
j  The  meek  and  humble  fouls  fhall  fee 
His  table  richly  fpread  ; 
And  all  that  feek  the  Lord  fhall  be 
With  joys  immortal  fed. 

5  The  ifles  fhall  know  the  righteoufnefs 
Of  our  incarnate  God, 
And  nations  yet  unborn  profefs 
Salvation  in  his  blood. 

PSALM     22.      Long  Metre. 
Chri/l's  Sufferings  and  Exaltation. 

1  X  TOW  let  our  mournful  longs  record 
IN    The  dying  forrows  of  our  Lord, 
When  he  complain'd  in  tears  and  blood, 
As  one  forfaken  of  his  God. 

2  The^'aM  beheld  him  thus  forlorn, 

And  fhake  their  heads  and  laugh  in  fcorn  ; 
«'  He  refcu'd  others  from  the  grave, 
11  Now  let  him  try  himfelf  to  fave. 
C3 


$Z>  PSALM    XXIII. 

3  <c  This  is  the  man  did  once  pretend 

"  God  was  his  father  and  his  friend  ; 

"   If  God  the  bleffed  lov'd  him  fo^ 

"  Why  do;h  he  fail  to  keep  hip^fiow  f" 

4  Oh  favage  people  !  cruel  prie ft, ; 

How  they  flood  round  liko  waging  beads  : 

Like  lions  gaping  to  devour, 

When  God  tnd  left  Wtm  in  their  power. 

5  They  wound  his  Viead,  his  hands,  his  Fc«t, 
1  ill  ftreams  ojS  l,lood  each  other  meet  ; 
By  lot  his  ^-armtnls  thev  divide, 

And  mjjQk  tnc  pangs  in  which  he  died. 

6  JB,:.God  his  father  hcird  his  erjr; 
><ais'd  from  the  dead  he  reigna  on  high; 

'The  nations  learn  his  righteoufnefs, 
And  humble  finners  tafte  his  grace. 

P  S  A  L  M    23.     Long  Metre. 
God  mr  Shepherd. 

Y  Shepherd  is  the  living  Lord; 

.    Now  fhall  mv  wants  be  well  fuppiy'd  ; 
His  providence  and  holy  word 
Become  my  fafety  and  my  guide. 
In  paflures  where  falvation  grows 
Pie  makes  me  feed,  he  makes  me  reft, 
There  living  water  gently  flows, 
And  all  the  food  divinely  bleft. 
My  wand'ring  feet  his  ways  miftake; 
But  he  reftores  my  foul  to  peace, 
And  leads  me.  for  his  mercy's  fake, 
In  the  fair  paths  of  righ'.eoufnefs. 
Though  I  walk  through  the  gloomy  vale, 
Where  death  and  all  its  terrors  are, 
My  heart  and  hope  fhall  never  fail, 
Tor  God,  my  fhephtrd's  with  me  there. 
Amidil  the  darknefs  and  the  deeps 
Thou  art  my  comlort,  thou  my  ltay  ; 
Thy  ftaff  fupports  my  feeble  Heps, 
Thy  rod  directs  my  doubtful  way. 


-M' 


PSALM      XXIII.  *f 

The  Sons  of  earth  and  fons  of  hell 

Gaze  at  thy  goodnefs,  and  repine 

To  fee  my  table  fpread  fo  well      _ 

With  living  bread  and  cheerful  wine, 
7  [How  I  rejoice,  when  on  my  head 

Thy  Spirit  condescends  to  reft  ! 

'Tis  a  divine  anointing  fhed, 

.     Like  oil  of  gladnefs  at  a  feaft. 

8'  Surely  the  mercies  of  the  Lord 

Attend  his  houfhold  all  their  days  : 
I     There  will  I  dwell  to  hear  his  word, 

To  feek  his. face,  and  fing  his  praifc] 

P  S  A  L  M    23.     Common  Metre, 

1  T\yS Y  SriePnerd  wil1  fuPPly  my  need., 
I.VJ-    Jehovah  is  his  name; 

In  paftures  frefh  he  makes  me  feed, 
Befide  the  living  ftream. 

2  He  brings  my  wand'ring  fpirit  back 

When  I  forfake  his  ways, 
And  leads  me  for  his  mercy's  fake, 
In  paths  of  truth  and  giace. 
g  When  I  walk  through  the  fhades  of  'doatfe, 
Thy  prefence  is  my  ftay; 
One  word  of  thy  Supporting  breath 
Drives  all  my  fears  away. 

4  Thy  hand  in  fight  of  all  my  foes 

Doth  full  my  table  Spread  ; 

My  cup  with  bleffiogs  overflows. 

Thine  oil  anoints  my  head. 

5  The  fure  provisions  of  my  God 

Attend  me  all  my  days; 
O  may  thy  houfe  be  mine  abode, 
And  all  my  work  be  praiSe  ! 

6  There  would  I  find  a  Settled  reft, 

(While  others  go  and  come) 
No  moie  a  Stranger  or  a  gueft, 
But  like  a  child  at  home. 
C4 


6S        PSALM    XXIII,   XXIV. 

PSALM     t3.     Short  Metre. 
1   HPHE  Lord  mv  fhepherd  is, 
1     I  fhall  be  well  fupply'd ; 
Since  he  is  mine  and  I  am  his, 
What  can  I  want  befide  ? 

£  He  leads  me  to  the  place, 

Where  heav'nly  pafture  grows, 
Where  living  waters  gently  pafs, 
And  full  falvation  flows. 

3  If  e'er  I  go  affray, 

He  doth  my  foul  reclaim, 
And  guides  me  in  his  own  right  wjiy, 
For  his  moil  holy  name. 

4  While  he  affords  his  aid, 

I  cannot  yield  to  fear  ; 
Tho'  I  mould  walk  thro'  death's  dark  fhade, 
My  fhepherd's  with  me  there. 

5  Amid  furrounding  foes 

Thou  dofl  my  table  fpread  ; 
My  cup  with  bleflings  overflows, 
And  joy  exalts  my  head. 

6  The  bounties  of  thy  love 

Shall  crown  my  following  days  ; 
Nor  from  thy  houfe  will  I  remove, 
Nor  ceafe  to  feek  thy  praife. 

PSALM    24.     Common  Metre. 
Dwelling  with  God. 

1  rT^HE  earth    for  ever  is  the  Lord's 

JL       With  Adam's  numVous  race; 
He  rais'd  its  arches  o'er  the  floods, 
And  built  it  on  the  feas. 

2  But  who  '.raong  the  fons  of  men 

May  vifit  •intne  abode  ? 
He  that  has  hands  from  mifchief  clean. 
Y\  i.vic  heart  is  light  with  God, 


PSALM'    XXIV.  6$ 

3  This  is  the  man  may  rife  and  take 

The  blemngs  of  his  grace; 
This  is  the  lot  of  thofe  that  feek 
The  God  of  Jacob's  face. 

4  Now  let  our  foul's  immortal  pow'rs,. 

To  meet  the  Lord  prepare, 

Lift  up  their  everlafting  doors. 

The  king  of  glory's  near. 

$  The  king  of  glory  !  Who  can  tell 
The  wonders  of  his  might  ? 
He  rules  the  nations;  but  to  dwell 
With  famts  is  his  delight. 

PSALM     24.     Long  Metre. 
Saints  dwell  in  Heaven  ;  or,  Chrifi's  AJctnJim. 

1  f-jr^HIS  fpacious  earth  is  all  the  Lord's, 

\     And  men  and  worms,  and  beaftsand  birds  ; 
He  rais'd  the  building  on  the  feas, 
And  gave  it  for  their  dwelling-place. 

2  But  there's  a  brighter  world  on  high, 
Thy  palace,  Lord,  above  the  fkv;. 
Who  (hall  afcend  that  bleft  abode, 
And  dwell  fo  near  his  Maker,  God  ? 

3  He  that  abhors  and  fears  to  fin, 

Whofe  heart  is  pure,  whofe  hands  are  clean-j 
Him  mail  the  Lord,  the  Saviour  blefs, 
And  clothe  his  foul  with,  righteoufnefs, 
4.  Thefe  are  the  men,  the  pious  race, 
'    That  feek  the  God  of  Jacob's  face; 
Thefe  (hall  enjoy  the  b'lifsful  fight 
And  dwell  in  everlafting  light. 

Pause. 

5  Rejoice  ye  fhining  worlds  on  high, 
Behold  the  King  ef  glory  nigh  ; 
Who  can  this  King  of  glory  be  ? 
The  mighty  Lord,  the  Saviour's  be. 


70  PSALM     XXV. 

6  Ye  heav'nly  gates,  your  leaves  difplay, 
To  make  the  Lord,  the  Saviour's  way  : 
Laden  with  fpoils  from  earth  and  hell, 
The  Conqu'ror  comes  with  God  to  dwell. 

7  Rais'd  from  the  dead  in  awful  ftate, 
He  opens  heav'ns  eternal  gate, 

To  give  his  faints  a  bieft  abode, 
Near  their  Redeemer  and  their  God. 

P  S  A  L  M   25.     1— ix.    Jirji  Part.  S.  Mo 
Waiting  for  Far  don  and.  DircBion. 

1  T  LIFT  my  foul  to  God, 
JL     My  truft  is  in  his  i^me  ; 

Let  not  my  foes  the',  feek  my  blood 
Still  triumph  in  my  fhame. 

2  Sin  and  the  pow'rs  of  hell 

Perfuade  me  to  r'efpair  ; 
Lord,  make  me  know  thy  covenant  well, 
That  1  may 'fcape  the  fi:are. 

3  From  beams  of  dawning  Light 

Till  ev'ning  fhadfs  arife, 
For  thy  falvation,  Lord,  I  wait, 
With  ever-longing  eye*. 

4  Remember  all  thy  grace, 

And  lead  me  in  thy  truth  ; 
Forgive  the  fins  of  riper  days, 
And  follies  of  my  youth. 

^  Th?  Lord  is  juft  and  kind, 

The  meek  (hall  learn  his  ways, 
And  ev'rv  humble  firner  find 
The  methods  of  his  grace. 

£  For  his  own  goodm fs  fake 

Kc  faves  my  foul  from  fhame  : 
He  pardons  (tho'  my  guilt  be  great) 
Thro'  my  Redeemer's  name. 


PSALM     XXV.  71 

PSALM    25.     12,  14,  10,  13.     Second  Part. 

Short  Metre.     Divine  Injirudion. 
L   T  T  THERE  (hall  the  man  be  found, 
VV     That  fears  t'  offend  his  God, 
That  loves  the  gofpel's  joyful  found, 
And  trembles  at  the  rod  ? 
s  The  Lord  fhall  make  him  know 
The  fecrets  of  his  heart, 
The  wonders  of  his  cov'nant  fhow, 
And  all  his  love  impart. 

3  The  dealings  of  his  pow'r 
Are  truth  and  mercy  ftill, 
With  fuch  as  keep  his  cov'nant  fure, 
And  love  to  do  his  will. 

4.  Their  fouls  mall  dwell  at  eafe 
Before  iheir  Maker's  face, 
Their  feed  fhall  (.afte  the  promifes 
In  their  extenfive  grace. 
PSALM  25.  15—22,  Thhd  Part.  Short  Metre. 
Biftrejs  of  Soul;  or,  Bdckjliding  and  Bejettim. 

1    TV  /TINE  eyes  and  my  defne 
xVJL  Are  ever  to  the  Lord  ; 
I  love  to  plead  his  promis'd  grace 
And  reft  upon  his  word. 

a  Turn,  turn  thee  to  my  foul, 
Bring  thy  falvation  near ; 
When  will  thy  hand  affift  my  feet 
To  'fcape  the  deadly  fnare  ? 

3  When  fhall  the  fov'reign  grace 

Of  my  forgiving  God, 
Reftcie  me  from  thofe  dang'rous  ways 
My  wand'riog  feet  have  trod  ? 

4  The  tumult  of  my  thoughts 

Doth  but  enlarge  my  woe  ; 
My  fpirit  languifhes,  my  heart 
Is  defolate  and  low. 


*  With  ey'ry  moining  Jight 
My  forrow  now  begins; 

And  pardon  all  ffiy  fas.    F     ' 

P    A    U    S    E. 

-€  Behold  the  hofls  of  heU, 
HoW  cruel  is  their  hate  ! 
Agaiaft  my  life  they  rife,  and  pm 

Their  fury  wuh  deceit. 

7  Oh  keep  my  foul  from  death, 
Nor  put  my  hope  to  fham^ 

^orlhaveplac'dmyonlvtruft    . 
In  my  Redeemer's  name. 

8  With  humble  faith  I  wait 
ru T?/e.e;thyface  again; 
Of/^V.tfhallne-erbefaid, 
He  fought  the  Lord  in  vain. 

p  S  A  L  M     26.     Long  Metre. 
Self. Examn, Hon  ;  or,  £#&*ai  ^  £r^ 

|7n^  n'e'  °  J*»4.  a^d  prove  my  waw, 
;/    r  •  ,    tr>'  my  reics,  and  try  my  heart : 

My  faith  up,n   thy   p!0:r.ife  ftays, 

Nor  from  thy  law  my  feet  aepart. 
2   J  hate  to  walk,   I  hate  to  fit 

With  men  of  vanity  and  lies* 

^hefcofferandthe  hypocrite* 

Are  the  abhorrence  of  mine  eyes. 
!   Amongft  thy  faints  will  I  appear 

Array  d  in  robes  of  innocence; 

i*ut  when  I  ftand  before  thy  bar, 

1  '}e  bloo<i  of  Chrift  is  my  defence. 

Hove  chy  habitation,  Lord, 

r;1C  CCr"P!e  where  thine  honours  dwell  ; 
And  there  thy  works  of  wonder  tell. 


PSALM     XXVII.  fcj 

Let  net  my  foul  be  join'd  at  laft 
With  men  of  treachery  and  blood, 
Since  I  my  days  on  earth  have  paft 
Among  the  faints  and  near  my  God. 

PSALM    27.     1—6.     Fhjl  Pari, 

The  Church  is  our  Delight  and  Safety. 
r  {PHE  Lord  of  glory  is  my  light, 

X     And  my  falvation  too; 
God  is  my  ftrength  ;  nor  will  I  fear 
What  all  my  foes  can  do. 
i  One  privilege  my  heart.defires  ; 
Oh  grant  me  mine  abode 
Among  the  churches  of  thy  faints, 
The  temples  of  my  God. 
g  There  fhall  I  offer  my  requefls 
And  fee  thy  beauty  ftiil  : 
Shall  hear  thy  meffages  of  love, 
And  there  enquire  thy  will. 
j.  When  troubles  rife}  and  dorms  appear, 
There  may  his  children  hide; 
God  has  a  ftrong  pavilion,  where 
He  makes  my  foul  abide. 
5  Now  fhall  my  head  be  lifted  high 
Above  my  foes  around, 
And  fongs  of  joy  and  victory 
Within  thy  temple  found. 

PSALM  27.  Ver.  8,  o,  13,  14.  Second  Part.  C.  U, 
Prayer  and  Hope. 

I    Q  OO  NT  as  I  heard  my  father  fay, 
O  "  Ye  children,  feek  my  grace," 
My  heart  reply'd  without  delay, 
"  rilfeek  ray  Fathers  face.-' 
l  Let  not  thy  face  be  hid  from  me, 
Nor  frown  my  foul  away  ; 
God  of  my  life,  I  fly  to  thee 
In  a  difjreiling  day. 


74  PSALM     XXVflT. 

3  Should  friends  and  kindred  near  and  dear 

Leave  me  to  want  or  die, 
My  God  wiil  make  my  life  his  care, 
And  all  my  need  fupply. 

4  My  fainting  flefii  had  dy'd  with  grief, 

Had  not  my  foul  believ'd 
To  fee  thy  grace  pro\ide  jt:icf, 
Nor  was  my  hope  deceived.     . 

5  Wait  on  the  Lord,  ye  trembling  faints, 

And  keep  your  courage  up  ; 
He'  '    rife  your  fpuit  when  it  taints, 
And  tar  exceed  your  hope. 

PSALM    28.     Long  Metre. 
God  the  Refuge  of  the  Afflitted. 

1  *"T~*0  thee-  O  Lord,  I  raife  my  cries; 

JL      My  fervent  prayer  in  mercy  hear ; 
For  ruin  wai.s  my  trembang  foul, 
If  thou  refufe  a  gracious  car. 

2  When  fuppliant  tow'rd  thy  holy  hill, 
I  lift  my  mournful  hands  to  pray, 
Afford  thy  grace,  nor  drive  me  ftill, 
With  impious  hypocrites  away. 

3  To  fons  of  falfchood,  that  defpife 
The  works  and  wonders  of  thy  reign, 
Thy  vengean.e  gives  the  due  reward, 
And  finks  their  fouls  to  endlefs  pain. 

4  But,  ever  bleffed  be  the  Lord, 
Whofe  mercy  hears  my  mournful  voice, 
My  heart,  that  trufled  in  his  word, 

In  his  falvation  fhall  rejoice. 

5  Let  ev'ry  faint,  in  fore  diftrefs, 

By  faith  approach  his  Saviour,  Gnd  ; 
Then  grant,  O  Lord,  thy  pard'ning  grace, 
And  feed  thy  ch&rch  with  heav'nly  food. 


G 


PSALM    XXIX,  XXX.  7'. 

PSALM     29.     Long  Metre. 
Storm  and  Thunder. 
»  IVE  to  the  Lord,  ye  fons  of  fame,^ 
^Jf  Give  to  the  Lord  renown  and  pow'r, 
Afcribe  due  honours  to  his  name. 
And  his  eterr.ai  might  adore. 
The  Lord  proclaims  his  pow'r  aloud 
Thro'  ev'ry  ocean,  ev'ry  land  ; 
His  voice  divides  the  wat'ry  cloud, 
And  Iight'nings  blaze  at  his  command, 
He  fpeaks,  and  tempeft,  hail  and  wind, 
Lay  the  wide  foreft  bare  around  ; 
The  fearful  hart,  and  frighted  hind, 
Leap  at  the  terror  of  the  found. 
To  Lebanon  he  turns  his  voice, 
And  lo,  the  (lately  cedars  break; 
The  mountains  tremble  at  the  nolle, 
The  vallies  roar,  the  deferts  quake. 
5  The  Lord  fits  fov 'reign  on  the  flood, 
The  thund'rer,  reigns  for  ever  king ; 
But  makes  his  church  his  bleft  abode, 
Where  we  his  awful  glories  ling. 
In  gentler  language,  there  the  Lord 
The  counfel  of  his  grace  imparts  ; 
Amidft  the  raging  ftorm,  his  word 
Speaks  peace  and  courage  to  our  hearts. 
PSALM     30.     Firjl  Part.    Long  Metre. 
Sicknefs  healed,  and  Sorrows  removed. 
WILL  extol  thee,  Lord,  on  high, 
a.    At  thy  command  difeales  fly  : 
Who  but  a  God  C2n  fpe<:k  and  fave 
Lrom  the  dark  borders  of  the  grave  ? 
2  Sing  to  the  Lord,  ye  faints,  and  prove 
How  large  his  grace,  how  kind  his  love, 
Let  all  your  pow'rs  rejoice,  and  trace 
The  wond'rous  records  of  his  grace. 


M 


j6>       P  8  A  L  M    XXX,  XXXI. 

g  His  anger  but  a  moment  flays  ; 
His  love  is  life  and  length  of  days  : 
Tho'  grief  and  tears  the  night  employ, 
The  morning  liar  reftores  tne  joy. 

PSALM  30.  Ver.  6.  Second  Part.  Long  Metre* 
Healthr,   Sicknejs,  and  Recovery. 

1   THIRM  was  my  health,  my  day  was  bright, 
X?     And  1  prefum'd  'twould  ne'er  be  night : 
Fondly  I  Paid  within  my  heart, 
«'•  Pleaj'ure  and  peace,  Jliall  ne'er  depart." 

ft  But  I  forgot  thine  arm  was  flrong, 

Which  made  my  mountain  ftand  folong  ;    • 

Soon  as  thy  face  began  to  hide, 

My  health  was  gone,  my  comforts  died. 

j  I  cried  aloud  to  thee  my  God 
r.    "  Whatcanft  thou  profit  by  my  blood  ? 
"  Deep  in  the  duff,  can  I  declare 
"  Thy  truth,  or  fing  thy  goodnefs-  there  ? 

4  "  Hear  me,  O  God  of  grace,  I  faid, 
"  And  bring  me  from  among  the  dead  :" 
Thy  word  rebuk'd  the  pains  I  felt, 
Thy  pard'ning  love  remov'd  my  guilt. 

4  My  groans,  and  tears,  and  forms  of  woe, 

Are  turn'd  to  joy  and  praifes  now  ; 

I  throw  my  fackcloth  on  the  ground, 

And  eafe  and  gladnefs  gird  me  round. 
6  My  tongue,  the  glory  of  my  frame, 

Shall  ne'er  be  filent  of  thy  name  ; 

Thy  praife  fhall  found  thro'  earth  and  heav'n3 

Tor  ficknefs  heal'd  and  fins  forgiv'n. 

PSALM  31.  Ver.  5, 13—19,  22, 23.  Fitjl  Part.  C.  if. 

Deliverance  from  Death. 
:    TTO  thee,  O  God  of  truth  and  love, 
X       My  fpirit  I  commit ; 
Thou  haft  rerieem'd  my  foul  from  Cc*\h. 
Ar.d  fa\'d  me  from  the  pit. 


PSALM    XXXI.  77 

Defpair  and  comfort,  hope  and  fear 

Maimain'd  a  doubtful  ftrife  ; 
Whiie  forrow,  pain,  and  fin  confpif'd 

To  take  away  tny  life. 

My  time  is  in  thy  hand,  I  cry'd. 

"  Though  I  draw  near  the  duji  ;'! 
Thou  art  the  refuge  where  I  hide. 

The  God  in  whom  I  truft. 
Ob  make  thy  reconciled  face 

Upon  thy  fervant.  fhine, 
And  fave  me  for  thy  mercy's  fake, 

For  Tin  entirely  thine. 

Pause. 

'Twas  in  mv  hafte,  my  fpirit  faid, 

"  Imujl  defpair  and  die, 
"  /  am  cut  oj- before  thine  eyes;" 

But  thou  halt  heard  my  cry. 

i  Thy  goodnefs  how  divinely  free! 
How  fweet  thy  fmiling  face, 
To  thofe  that  fear  thy  majefty, 
And  truft  thy  promis'd  grace. 

Oh  love  the  Lord,  all  ye  his  faints, 

And  fing  his  praifes  loud  ; 
He'll  bend  his  ear  to  your  complaints, 

And  recompenfe  the  proud. 

>SALM  31.  Ver.  7-33.  11— 21,  Second  Part.  C.  M4 
Deliverance  from  Slander  and  Reproach. 
T\  /TY  heart  rejoices  in  thy  name, 
J_V L     My  God,  my  heav'nly  truft  ; 
Thou  haft  prererv'd  me  free  from  fhame, 
Mip.e  honour  from  the  duft. 
,  «  My  life  is  fpent  with  grief,    I  cry'd, 
"  My  years  confum'd  in  groans, 
{t  My  ftrength  decays,  mine  eyes  are  dry'd, 
'*  And  forrow  wafl.es  my  bones-." 


7«  PSALM     XXXII. 

3  Among  mine  enemies  my  name 

A  proverb  vile  was  grown, 
While  to  my  neighbours  I  become 
Forgotten  and  unknown. 

4  Slander  and  fear  on  ev'ry  fide, 

Seiz'ii  and  befet  m~  round, 
I  to  tny  throve  of  g-   a   aoply'd, 
And  fpeedy  refcue  found. 

Pause. 

§  How  great  deliv'    ;ire  thnu  has  wrought 
Before  the  foi         att 
The  lying  lips  10  uiencc  i    ought, 
And  mil  e  their  boafting  va::i ! 

6  Thy  child «     from  the  ftriL  o:  tongues 

Shall  thy  pavilion  biC- 
Guard  the    i  .'rom  infamy  aad  wrtcn  gs-. 
And  crufh  the  bus  o    pride. 

7  Within  thy  (ecu    prefenc  ,  Lord, 

Let  me  for  evu  J -.veil; 
No  fenced  city  wali'd  and  barr'd 
Secures  a  faint  fo  well. 

PSALM     32.    Short  Metre. 

Forgivenefs  of  Sins  upon  Covftjfien. 

yJI  blefTec!  fouls  are  they 

Whoi'e  fins  are  cover'd  o'er  ; 
Divinely  bleft,  to  whom  the  Lord 
Imputes  their  guilt  no  more. 
i  They  mourn  their  follies  pafl, 

And  keep  their  hearts  with  care; 
Their  lips  and  lives  without  deceit 
Shall  prove  their  faith  fincere. 

3  W'a'.ic  I  c<  :--  ri'd  my  guilt, 
1  ten  the  fett'riog  wound, 
Till  I  confefs'd  my  fins  to  thee, 
And  ready  pardon  found. 


o 


-PSALM    XXXII.  79 

i  Let  Tinners  learn  to  pray, 

Let  faints  keep  near  the  throne  : 
i]  Our  help  in  times  of  deep  diftrefs, 
Is  found  in  God  alone. 
PSALM     32.     Common  Metre. 
ret  Par  den  andfincere  Obedience;  or,  Confejjion  and 
Forgivenefs. 

HOW  bleft  the  man  to  whom  his  God 
No  more  imputes  his  fin, 
But  wafh'd  in  the  Redeemer's  blood 
Hath  made  his  garments  clean ! 
:  And  bled  beyond  expreffion  he, 
Whofe  debts  are  thus  difcharg'd; 
While  from  the  guilty  bondage  free 
He  feels  his  foul  enlarg'd. 
\  His  fpirit  hates  deceit  and  lies, 
His  words  are  all  fincere  : 
He  guards  his  heart,  he  guards  his  tyc&j 
To  keep  his  conference  clear. 
^  While  I  my  inward  guilt  fuppreft, 
No  quiet  could  I  find  ; 
Thy  wrath  lay  burning  in  my  breaft, 
And  rack'd  my  tortur'd  mind. 
5  Then  I  confefs'd  my  troubled  thoughts, 
My  fecret  fins  reveal'd, 
Thy  pard'ning  grace  forgave  my  faults. 
Thy  grace  my  pardon  feal'd. 
5  This  Trial  I  invite  thy  faints  to  pray  ; 
When  like  a  raging  flood 
Temptations  rife,  our  ftrength  and  fray 
Is  a  forgiving  God. 
PSALM     32.  Firjl  Part.  Long  Metre. 
Repentance   and  free  Pardon ;    or,    Jujiif.cation  and 
Sanclification. 

BLEST  is  .h'.  man,  for  Sver  bled, 
Whofe  guilt  is  pardon'd  by  ins  God, 
Whofe  fins  with  forrow  are  confefs'd 
And  cover'd  with  his  Saviours  blood. 


So        PSALM  XXXII,   XXXIIL 
s  Before  his  judgment  feat  the  Lord 

No  more  permits  his  crimes  to  rife  ; 
He  pleads  no  merit  of  reward, 

And  not  on  works  but  grace  relies. 

3  From  guile  his  heart  and  lips  are  free, 

His  humble  joy,  his  holy  fear, 
With  deep  repentance  well  agree, 
And  join  to  prove  his  faith  fmcere. 

4  How  glorious  is  that  righteoufnefs 

That  hides  and  cancels  all  his  fins  T 
While  a  bright  evidence  of  grace 

Through  all  his  life  appears  and  fhines. 
PSALM     3*.     Second  Part.     Long  Metre, 
A  guilty  Conference  eafed  by  Confejfion  and  Pardon. 
i  "TTTH1LE  I  keep  filence  and  conceal 
W     My  heavy  guilt  within  my  heart, 
What  torments  doth  my  confeiencefeel! 
What  agonies  of  inward  fmart ! 

2  I  fpread  my  fins  before  the  Lord, 
And  all  my  fecret  faults  confefs  ; 
Thy  gofpel  fpeaks  a  pard'ning  word, 
Thine  holy  fpirit  feals  the  grace. 

3  For  this  fhall  ev'ry  humble  foul 
Make  fwift  addreffes  to  thy  feat : 
When  floods  of  huge  temptations  roll, 
There  (hall  they  find  ableft  retreat. 

4  How  fafe  beneath  thy  wings  I  lie, 

When  days  grow  dark,  and  dorms  appear  ? 
And  when  I  walk,  thy  watchful  eye 
Shall  guide  me  fafe  from  ev'ry  fnare. 

PSALM     33.     Firft  Part.     Common  Metre. 

Works  of  Creation  and  Providence. 
x.  11  EJOICE,  ye  righteous,  in  the  Lord, 
IX.      This  work  belongs  to  you  : 
Sing  of  his  name,  his  ways,  his  word, 
How  holy,  juft  and  truet 


PSALM     XXXIII.  Si 

2  His  mercy  and  his  righteoufnefs 

Let  heav'n  and  earth  proclaim  : 
His  works  of  r.ature  and  of  grace 
Reveal  his  wond'rous  name. 

3  His  word,  with  energy  divine, 

Thofe  heav'n ly  arches  fpread, 
Bade  ftarry  hofts  around  them  fhine, 
•    And  light  the  heav'ns  pervade. 

4  He  taught  the  fwelling  waves  to  flow 

To  their  appointed  dtep  ; 
Bade  raging  feas  their  limits  know, 
And  itill  their  ftation  keep. 

5  Ye  tenants  of  the  fpac'Dus  earth, 

With  fear  before  him  ftand  ; 
He  fpake,  and  naiure  took  its  birth, 
And  refts  on  his  command. 

6  He  fcornsthe  angry  nation's  rage, 

And  breaks  their  vain  defigns; 
His  counfel  (lands  thro'  ev'ry  age, 
And  in  full  glory  fhines. 

PSALM    33    Second  Part.     Common  Metre. 
Creatures  vain;  and  God  All-fujjicient, 
a   T)L£ST  is  the  nation,  where  the  Lord 
JO  Hath  fix'd  hisgiacious  throne; 
Where  he  reveals  his  heav'nly  word, 
And  calls  their  tribes  his  own. 

2  His  eye,  with  infinite  furvey, 

Does  the  whole  world  behold  ; 
He  form'd  us  all  of  equal  clay, 
And  knows  our  feeble  mould. 

§  Kings  are  not  refcu'd  by  the  force 
Of  armies  from  the  grave  : 
Nor  fpeed  nor  courage  of  an  horfe 
Can  his  bold  rider  fave. 

4  Vain  is  the  ftxength  of  beafls  or  ment 
Nor  fprings  our  fafety  thence  ; 
But  holy  fouls  from  God  obtain 
A  ftrone  and  fure  defence. 


8  a-  PSALM    XXXIII. 

5  God  is  their  fesr,  and  God  their  truft  :  : 

When  plagues  or  famine  fpreaet, 
His  watchful  eye  fecures  the  juft, 

Among  :xn  choufand  dead. 

S  Lord,  let  car  hearts  in  thee  rejoiePj, 
And  blefs  us  from  thy  throne, ; 
For  we  have  made  thy  word  C>ur  choice, 
And  truft  thy  grace  along. 

?  S  A  L  M  33.   As  the,  1 13th  Pfalm.     Firjl  Part 

Works  of  Ortation  and  Providence. 
1   "V^E  holy  fouls  in  God  rejoice, 

X     Yoot  Maker's  praife  becomes  your  voice, 
Great  is  your  :heme,  yoir  fongs  be  new  ; 
Sing  of  his  name,  his  word,    his  ways, 
His  works  of  nature  and  of  grace, 
How  wire  and  holy,  Jutland  true  ! 

s-  3ehold,  to  k  rth's  remoteft  ends, 
His  gooonefs  flows,  his  truth  extends  : 

His  pow'r  the  heav'iily  arches  fpread  : 
His  word,  with  energy  divine, 
Bade  Harry  hofts  around  th 

And  light  the  circling  heav'ns  pervade. 

&  His  hand  collects  Jie  flo  .viig  peas  ; 

Thofewat'ry  treafures  know  thei/  place, 

And  fill  the  ftore-houfe  of  the  deep  ; 
He  fpake,  and  gave  all  nature  birth  ; 
And  fires  and  leas,  and  heav'n  and  earth 
His  everlatling  orders  keep. 

4  .Let  mortals  tremble  and  adore 
A  God  of  fuch  refiftlefs  pow'r, 

Nor  dare  indulge  their  feeble  rage: 
Vain  are  your  lhoughts;  and  weak  your  hands, 
But  his  eternal  counfel  flands, 

And  rules  the  world  from  aze  to  age. 


PSALM    XXXIII,    XXXIV.     83 
PSALM  33.   As  the  113th  Pfalm.  Second  Part. 
Creatures  vain,  and  God  All-fujjicient. 

1  /^H  happy  nation,  where  the  Lord 
\Jf   Reveals  the  treafure  of   his  word, 

And  builds  his  church,  his  earthly  threne  !'~ 
His  eye  the  heathen  world  furveys, 
He  form'd  their  hearts,  he  knows  their  ways,. 

But  God  their  Maker  is  unknown. 
$  Let  kings  rely  upon  their  hoft, 

And  of  his  ftrength  the  champion  boaft,  - 

In  vain  they  boaft:,  in  vain  rely; 
In  vain  we  truft  the  brutal  force. 
Or  fpeed  or  courage  of  an  horfe, 

To  guard  his  rider  or  to  fly. 

2  The  arm  of  our  Almighty  Lord, 
Doth  more  fecure  defence  afford, 

When  deaths  or  dangers  threat'ning  Sand .% 
Thy  watchful  eye  preferves  the  juff, 
Who  make  thy  name  their  fear  and  trufi, 

When  wars  or  famine  wafte  the  land. 

4. In  ficknefs   or   the   bloody  field, 
Our  great  phyfieian  and  our  fhield, 

Shall  fend   falvation  from  his  throne3, 
We  wait  to  fee  thy  goodnefs  fhine  j 
Let  us  rejoice  in  help  divine, 

For  all  our  hope  is  God  alone. 

PSALM    34.    FUJI  Fart.    Long  Metre. 
God's  Care  of  his  Saints  ;  or,  Deliverance  by  Prayer, 
j  T    ORD,  I  will  blefs  thee  all  my  days, 

jL-i  Thy  praife  mall  dwell  upon  my  tongue  l  - 
My  foul  mall  glory  in  thy  grace, 
While  faints  rejoice  to  hear  the  fong. 

a  Come,  magnify  the  Lord  with  me, 
Let  ev'ry  heart  exalt  his  name  ; 
I  fought  th'  eternal  God,  and  he 
Has  not  expos'd  my  hope  to  Iba-me;. 


$4  PSALM     XXXIV. 

3  I  told  him  all  my  fecret  grief, 

My  fecret  groanings  reach'd  his  ears; 
He  gave  my  inward  pains   relief, 
And  calm'd  the  tumult  of  my  fears. 

4  To  him  the  poor  lift  up  their  eyes, 
With  heav'nly  jov  their  tecs  fhiuei, 
A  beam  of  mercies  flora    :he  fkies     , 
Fills  them  with  light  and  love  divine. 

5  His  holy  angels  pitch  their  tents 
Around  the  men  that  ferve  ihe  Lord ; 
Oh  fear  and  love  him    all  his  faints, 
Tafte  of  his  grace,  and  tiuft  nis  word. 

€  The  wild  young  lions,  pinch'd        h  pain 
And  hunger,  roar  through  all  the      cod; 
But  none  fnall  fcek  the  Lord  in  va     . 
Nor  want  fupp'is  of  real  good. 

PSALM  34.  11 — 12.  Second  Part.  LqngMefite 
Religious  Education;   or,  Infif  ''■cty. 

*   /"^HILDRLN,  in  years  or  I  lg«  young, 

V^4  Your  parents'  hope,  you.  parents'  joy, 
Attend  the  c^unfels  of  my  toi 
Let  pious  thoughts  your  minds  employ. 

2  If  you  defire  length  of  days. 

And  peace  to  crown  your  mortal  {fate, 
Reftrain  your  feet  from  impious  waySj 
Your  lips  from  fknder  and  deceit. 

3  The  eyes  of  God   regard  his  faints, 
His  ears  are  open  to  their  cues  ; 
He  fets  his  frowning  face  againft 
The  fons  of  violence  and  lies. 

4  To  humble  fouls  and  broken  hearts 
God  with  his  grace  is  t-vrr  nigh  ; 
Pardon  and  hope  his  love  imparts 
When   men  in   deep   contrition  lie. 

j  He  tells  their  tear?,  he  counts  their  groans, 
His  Son  redeems  their  fouls  from  death; 
His  fpirit  heals  their  broken  bones, 
His  praife  employs  thf  ir  tuneful   breath. 


PSALM      XXXIV.  g5 

PSALM  34.  l— to.  Firjl  Part.  Com.  Metre, 
Prayer  and  Praife  for  eminent  Deliverance, 
4    f  'L  L  biefs  -he  Lord  from  day  to  day  ; 
X     How  good  are  all  his  ways ! 
Ye  humble  fouls  that  ufe  tc  pray, 
Come  help  mv  lips  to  praife. 
a  Sinv  to  the  honour  of  his  name, 
How  a  poor  fuff 'rer  cry'd, 
Nor  was  his  hope  expo<='d  to  fhame, 
Nor  was  his  fuitdaiy'd. 

3  When  threai'iiing  forrows  round  me  ftoo<3, 

And  endlefs  fears  arofe, 
Like  the  loud  billows  of  a  flood, 
Redoubling  all  my  woes. 

4  I  told  the  Lord  my  fore  diftrefs, 

With  heavy  groans  and  tears ; 
He  gave  my  (harped  torments  ea{f, 
And  filenc'd  all  my  fears. 

Pause. 

§  [Oh  miners,  come  and  tafte  his  love, 
Come,  learn  his  pleafant  ways, 
And  let  your  own  experience  prove, 
The  fweetnefsof  his  grace. 

*  He  bids  the  angels  pitch  their  tents, 
Round  where  his  children  dwell; 
"What  ills  their  heav'nly  care  prevents, 
No  earthly  tongue  can  tell.] 

7  f_Oh  love  the  Lord,  ye  faints  of  hig; 
His  eye  regards  the  juft, 
How  richly  bleft  their  portion  is, 
Who  make  the  Lord  their  truft  ! 

%  Young  lions  pinch'd  with  hunger  roarf 
And  famifh  in  the  wood  : 
But  God  fupplies  his  holy  poor 
Witk  ev'ry  needful  good. J 
D 


15     PSALM    XXXIV,    XXXV. 
PSALM  34.    11—22.  Second  Part.     C.  M» 
Exhortation  to  Peace  and  Holtntji, 
t    /"^OME,  children,  learn  to  fear  the  Lord* 
\jl    And  that  your  days.be  long, 
Let  not  a  falfe  or  fpiteful  word 
Be  found  upon  your  tongue. 
t  Depar;  from  mifchief,  praftife  love, 
Purfue  the  works  of  peace; 
So  fhall  the  Lord  your  ways  approve) 
And  fet  your  fouls  at  eiife. 

3  His  eyes  awake  to  guard  the  juft, 

His  ears  attend  their  cry  ; 
When  broken  spirits  dwell  in  duft, 
The  God  of  grace  is  nigh. 

4  What  tho'  the  forrows  here  they  tafte 

Are  fharp  and  tedious  too, 
The  Lord  who  faves  them  all  at  laft, 

Is  their  fupporter  now. 
£  Evil  fhall  fmitethe  wicked  dead  ; 

But  God  fecures  his  own, 
Prevents  the  mifchief  when  they  Aide, 

Or  heals  the  broken  bone. 
6  When  dcfolation  like  a  flood 

O'er  the  proud  finner  roils. 
Saints  find  a  refuge  in  their  God, 

For  he  ledeem'd  their  fouls. 

PSALM    35.     Vcr.  la,  13.  14.  C.  M. 

love  to  Ercm'es;    or,  tht  Love  of  Chriji  tu  Sinners 
typified  in  David. 

1  T>EHOLD  the  love,  the  gen'rous  love 
XJ  That  holy  David  fhows  ; 

B(  Hole  his  kind  compaffion  move 
For  his  affl.cied  toes 

2  When  they  are  lick,  his  foul  complains., 

Ar.d  teems  to  feel  the  fmart ; 
Th»*  fpirit  of  tht  gofpel  reigns, 
Arid  melts  his  oioas  heart. 


PSALM    XXXVI,  *7 

3  How  did  his  flowing  tears  condole 

As  for  a  brother  dead  ! 
And  fading  mortify'd  his  foul, 
While  for  their  life  he  pray'd. 

4  They  groan'd,  and  curfl  him  on  their  bed, 

Yet  it  ill  he  pleads  and  mourns; 
And  double  bleffings  on  his  head 
The  righteous  God  returns. 

5  O  glorious  type  of  heav'nly  grace  ! 

Thus  Chrijl  the  Lord  appears  ; 
While  ficners  curfe,  the  Saviour  prays, 
And  pities  them  with  tears. 
6.  He,  the  true  David,  Ifra'l's  king, 
B'eft  and  belov'd  of  God, 
To  fave  us  rebels  dead  in  fin 
Paid  his  own  deareft  blood. 

PSALM     36.     5—9.    Long  Metre. 

The  Perfections  and  Providence  of  God;  or,  General 
Providence  and  Special  Grace. 

1  TTIGH  in  the  heav'ns,  eternal  God, 
J.  JL  Thy  goodnefs  in  full  glory  fhiues  ; 
Thy  truth  fhail  break  through  ev'ry  cloud 
That  veils  and  darkens  thy  defigns. 

2  For  ever  firm  thy  juftice  ftands, 

As  mountains  their  foundations  keep  ; 
Wife  are  the  wonders  of  thy  hand, 
Thy  judgments  are  a  mighty  deep. 

3  Thy  providence  is  kind  and  large, 
Both  man  and  bead  thy  bounty  fhare; 
The  whole  creation  is  thy  charge, 
But  faints  are  thy  peculiar  care. 

4  My  God,  how  excellent  thy  grace  ! 
Wnence  all  our  hope  and  comfort  Iprings  ; 
The  fons  of  Adam  in  diPirefs, 

fly  to  the  fhadow  of  thy  wings. 


ss         PSALM   xxxvr. 

$  From  the  provifions  of  thy  houfe 
We  fhall  be  fed  with  fweet  repaft; 
There  mercy  like  a  river  flows, 
And  brings  falvation  to  our  tafte. 

6  Life,  like  a  fountain  rich  and  free, 
Springs  from  the  prefenceof  my  Lord  ; 
And  in  thy  light  our  fouls  fhall  fee 
The  glories  promis'd  in  thy  word. 

PSALM  36.    Ver,  1,  2,  5, 6,  7,  9.  Com.  Metre. 

Prattled  Atheifm  expofed;  or,  the  Being  and  Attributes 

of  God  ajferted. 
a   "TXTHILE  men  grow  bold  in  wicked  ways, 
W     And  yet  a  God  they  own, 
My  heart  within  me  often  fays, 

"  Their  thoughts  believe  there's  none." 

2  Their  thoughts  and  ways  at  once  declare 
(Whate'er  their  lips  profeft) 
God  hath  no  wrath  for  them  to  fear, 
Nor  will  they  feek  his  grace. 
o  What  Grange  felf-flatt'ry  blinds  their  eyes! 
But  there's  a  hau'mng  hour, 
When  they  fhall  fee  with  fore  furpnfe 
The  terrors  of  thy  pow'r. 

4  Thy  juftice  fhall  maintain  its  throne, 

Though  roountaios  melt  away  ; 
Thy  judgments  are  a  world  unknown, 
A  deep  unfathom'd  fea. 
c  Above  thefe  heav'ns  created  rounds, 

5  Thy  mercies,  Lord,  extend ; 

Thy  truth  outlives  the  narrow  bounds, 
Where  time  and  nature  end. 

6  Safety  to  man  thy  goodnefs  brings, 

Nor  overlooks  the  beaft  ; 
Beneath  the  fhadow  of  thy  wings 
Thy  childrea  chufe  to  reft. 


PSALM    XXXVI.  8* 

J  [From  thee,  when  creature-flreams  jun  low. 
And  mortal  comforts  die, 
Perpetual  fprings  of  life  fhall  flow, 
And  raife  our  pleafures  high. 

8  Though  all  created  light  decay, 
And  death  clofe  up  our  eyes, 
Thy  prefence  makes  eternal  day 
Where  clouds  can  never  riie.J 

PSALM    36.    1—7.     Short  Metre, 

The  Wkkednefs  of  Man,  and  the  Mejefly  of  God\  or3 
Practical  Aiheifm  expo  fed. 

1  "\T7HEN  man  grows  bold  in  fin, 

*  *     My  heart  within  me  cries, 
"  He  hath  no  faith  of  God  witiiin, 
"  Nor  fear  before  his  eyes." 

2  [He  walks  a  while  conceal' d 

In  a  felf-flattering  dream, 
Till  his  dark  crimes,  at  once  reveal'd, 
Expofe  his  hateful  name.} 

3  His  heart  is  falfe  and  foul, 

His  words  are  fmooth  and  fair; 
Wifdom  is  banifh'd  from  his  foul. 
And  leaves  no  goodnefs  there. 

4  He  plots  upon  his  bed, 

New  niifchiefs  to  fulfil  ; 
lie  fets  his  heart,  and  hand,  and  head 
To  practife  all  that's  ill. 

$  But  there's  a  dreadful  God, 

Tho5  men  renounce  his  fear ; 

His  juftice,  hid  behind  the  cloud* 

Shall  one  great  day  appear, 

6  His  truth  tranfcends  the  fky, 
In  heav'n  his  mercies  dwell ; 
Deep  as  the  fea  his  judgments  lie., 
His  anger  burns  to  hell. 


9o  PSALM    XXXVII. 

7  How  excellent  his  love, 

Whence  all  our  fafety  fprings  ! 
Oh  never  let  my  foul  remove 
From  underneath  his  wings. 

PSALM   37.    1—15,     Firji  Part.  CM. 

The  Cure  of  Envy,  Fretfulnefs  and  Unbelief;   or,  the 
Rewards  of  the  Righteous  and  the  Wicked. 

1  1X7HY  mould  I  vex  my  foul,  and  fret 

VV     To  fee  the  wicked  rife  ? 
Or  envy  Tinners  waxing  great, 
By  violence  and  lies  ? 

2  As  flow'ry  grafs  cut  down  at  noon, 

Before  the  ev'ning  fades, 
So  fhall  their  glories  vanifh.  foon, 
In  everlafting  (hades. 

3  Then  let  me  make  the  Lord  my  truff, 

And  pra&ife  all  that's  good  ; 

So  fhall  I  dwell  among  the  juft, 

And  he'll  provide  me  food. 

4  I  to  my  God  my  ways  commit, 

And  cheerful  wait  his  will ; 
Thy  hand  which  guides  my  doubtful  feet, 
Shall  my  defires  fulfil. 

5  Mine  innocence  (halt  thou  difplay, 

And  make  thy  judgments  known, 
Fair  as  the  light  of  dawning  day, 
And  glorious  as  the  noon. 
i  The  meek  at  lad  the  earth  poffefs, 
And  are  the  heirs  of  heav'n  ; 
True  riches,  with  abundant  peace, 
To  humble  fouls  are  giv'n. 

P    A    V     S    f. 

7  Reft  in  the  Lord,  and  keep  his  way, 
Nor  let  your  anger  rife, 
Though  Providence  fhould  long  delay, 
To  punifh  haughty  vice, 


?SALM    XXXVII.  f$ 

g  Let  finaers  join  to  break  your  peace, 
AbcI  plot,  and  rage,  and  foam; 
The  Lord  derides  them,  for  he  fees 
Their  day  of  vengeance  come. 
a  They  have  drawn  out  the  threat'ning  fword, 
Have  bent  the  murd'rous  bow, 
To  flay  the  men  that  fear  the  Lord, 
And  bring  the  righteous  low. 
10  My  God  fhall  break  their  bows,  and  burn,, 
Their  perfecutmg  darts, 
Shall  their  own  fvords  againft  them  turn, 
And  pierce  their  flubborn  hearts. 
PSALM  37-  Vcr.  16,  21,  26— 31 .  SecondPart.  C.  M. 
Charity  to  the  Poor  ;  or,  Religion  in  Words  and  Deeds, 

1  "T  If  THY  doth  the  wealthy  wicked  boaft, 

VV     And  grow  profanely  bold? 
The  meaneft  ponion  of  thejuft, 
Excels  the  finners  gold. 

2  The  wicked  borrows  of  his  friends. 

But  ne'er  defigne  to  pay ; 
The  faint  is  merciful  and  lends, 
Noi  turns  the  poor  away, 

3  His  alms  with  lib'ral  heart  he  give* 

Amongft  the  fons  of  need  ; 
His  mem'ry  to  long  ages  lives, 
And  bleffcd  is  his  feed. 

4  His  lips  abhor  to  talk  profane, 

To  flander  or  defraud  ; 
His  ready  tongue  declares  to  me» 
What  he  has  learn'd  of  God. 

5  The  law  and  gofpel  of  the  Lord 

Deep  in  his  heart  abide; 
Led  by  the  fpirit  and  the  word 
His  feet  fhall  never  flide. 
Q  When  finners  fall,  the  righteous  ftaud 
Preferv'd  frcm  ev'ry  fnare  ; 
They  fhall  poffefs  the  promis'd  land, 
And  dwell  for  ever  thtre. 
»4 


$3  psalm  xxxvn,  xxxvnr. 

PSALM   37.  Ver.  23—37.    Third  Part.  C   M. 
The  Way  and  End  oj  the  Rhhteous  and  the  Wi(kcd> 
1   A  TY  God,  the  fleps  of  pious  men 
i-VJ.  Are  order'd  by  thy  will : 
Th'nighthey  fhould  fab,  fheyrife  again., 

Thy  hand  fupporis  then,  ft'ill. 
£  The  Lord  delights  to  fee  their  ways, 

Their  virtues  he  approves  ; 
He'll  ne'er  deprive  rhem  of  his  2rac*j 

N  jr  leave  the  men  he  Inves, 

3  The  beav'nly  heritage  is  theirs, 

1  heir  portion  and  their  home  ; 
He  feafts  them  now,  and  makes  them  heirs 
Ot  ui.  flings  long  to  come. 

4  Wai!  on  the  Lord,  ye  forts  of  men, 

Not  fear  when  tyrant?  frown  ; 
Ye  (hall  confefs  their  pride  was  vain^ 
When  juftice  cafts  tHem  down. 
Pause. 
3  The  haughty  fmner  have  I  feen, 
Not  learmg  man  nor  G<  d, 
Like  a  tall  bay-tree  fair  and  green, 
Spreading  his  arms  abroad. 
€  And  lo,  he  van;  Vd  from  the  ground, 
De(lro)  '6  by  hands  u;i!>  en  ; 
Nor  root,  norbrarch,  nor  leaf  was  found 
Where  ail  that  pnde  had  been, 
7  But  mark  the  man  of  righceoufnefs, 
His  iev'ral  ftcps  atten 
rue  plea'ure  runs  thro 
Aud  peaceful  is  his  end. 

PSALM    38.     Common 
Guilt  of  Cohjdence  and  Relief i   or,  R 

Prayer  for  Pardon  and  H 
1      A   MlDbi*  thy  wrath  remrmba  love, 
J~\    R  (tore  thy  (ervant,  Lord, 
Nor  let  a  Father's  chalt'ning  prove 
Like  an  avenger's  fword* 


PSALM    XXXVIII.  93 

&  Thine  arrows  flick  within  my  heart, 
My  flelh  is  forely  preft ; 
Between  the  foirow  and  the  fmart 
My  fpirit  finds  no  relt. 

3  My  fins  a  heavy  load  appear, 

And  o'er  my  head  are  gone  ; 
Too  heavy  they  for  me  to  bear, 
Too  hard  for  me  t'  atone. 

4  My  thoughts  are  like  a  troubled  fea 

That  finks  my  comforts  down  ; 
And  I  go  mourning  all  the  day 
Beneath  my  Father's  frown. 

5  Lord  1  am  weaken'd  and  difmay'd, 

None  of  my  pow'rs  are  whole  ; 
My  wounds  with  piercing anguifh  bleed, 
The  anguifh  of  my  foul, 

6  All  ray  delirefs  to  thee  are  known, 

Thine  eye  counts  ev'ry  tear, 
And  ev'ry  figh  and  ev'r  groan 
Is  notie'd   by  thine  ear. 

7  Thou  art  my  God,  my  only  hope; 

My  God  will  hear  my  cry, 

My  God  will  bear  my  fpirit  up 

When  Satan  bids  me  die. 

[8  My  foes  rejoice  whene'er  I  Aide, 
To  fee  my  virtue  fail  ; 
They  raife  their  pleafures  and  their  pridet 
Whene'er  their  wiles  prevail. 

g  But  1*11  confefs  my  guilty  ways, 
And  grieve  for  all  my  fin  ; 
I'll  mourn  how  weak  the  feeds  of  grace* 
And  beg  fupport  divine. 

10  My  God,  forgive  my  follies  pair-, 
And  be  for  ever  nigh  ; 
,0  Lord  of  my  falvation  TiaTtej 
Before  thy  fervant  die.] 


94  PSALM    XXXIX. 

PSALM  39.   Ver.t,  2,3.  Firjl  Part.  Com.  Metre. 
Watckfulnefs  over  the  Tongue,'  or,  Prudence  and  Zeal. 

1  HPHUS  I  refolv'd  before  the  Lord, 

X     "  Now  will  I  watch  my  tongue, 
"  Left  I  let  flip  one  finful  word, 

"  Or  do  my  neighbour  wrong." 

2  Whene'er  conftrain'd  a  while  to  Aay 

With  men  of  lives  profane, 
I'll  fet  a  double  guard  that  day, 
Nor  let  my  talk  be  vain. 

3  I'll  fcarce  allow  my  lips  to  fpeak 

The  pious  thoughts  I  feel, 
Left  fcoffers  fliould  th'  occafion  take 
To  mock  my  holy  zeal. 

4  Yet  if  forne  proper  hour  appear, 

I'll  not  be  over-aw'd, 
But  let  the  fcoffing  finners  hear 
That  we  can  fpeak  for  God. 

PSALM    39.     4.  5,  6,  7.     Second  Part.    CM. 

The  Vanity  of  Man  as  Mortal. 
'.    r"i  'E  \CH  me  the  meafuie  of  my  days, 
A     Thou  m^k^r  of  my  frame; 
I  would  furvey  life's  narrow  fpace, 
And  Itarn  how  frail  I  am. 
t  A  fpan  is  all  that  we  can  boaft, 
An  inch  or  two  of  time  : 
Man  is  but  vanity  and  duft 
In  all  hi j  flow'r  and  prime, 

3  See  the  vsin  race  of  mortals  move 

Like  fbadows  o'er  the  plain  : 
Thev  rage  and  ftrive,  defire  and  love, 
But  all  the  noi'.e  is  vain. 

4  Seme  walk  in  honour's  gaudy  Thow, 

Some  dig  for  golden  ore, 
They  «  ii  for  heirs,  they  know  not  who,. 
And  firait  are  feeu  no  more. 


PSALM    XXXIX.  95 

.5  What  (hould  I  wifh  or  wait  for  then 
From  creatures,  earth  and  duft? 
They  make  our  expeditions  vain, 
And  difappoint  our  truft, 

6  Now  I  forbid  my  carnal  hope, 
My  fond  defires  recal ; 
I  give  my  mortal  intereft  up, 
And  make  my  God  my  all. 

PSALM  39.   Ver.  9— 13.     Third  Part.  CM. 

Sick-Bed  Devotion;    or,  pleading  without  repining. 

1  f~*\  OD  of  my  life,  look  gently  down, 
vJJT  Behold  the  pains  I  feel  ; 

But  I  am  dumb  before  thy  throne, 
Nor  dare  difpute  thy  will. 

2  Difeafes  are  thy  fervants,  Lord, 

They  come  at  thy  command  ; 

I'll  not  attempt  a  murm'ring  word, 

Againftthy  chaft'ning  hand. 

3  Yet  I  may  plead  with  humble  cries, 

Remove  thy  fharp  rebukes  : 
My  ftrength  confumes,  my  fpirit  dies, 
Through  thy  repeated  ftrokes. 

4  Crufh'd  as  a  moth  beneath  thy  hancU, 

We  moulder  to  the  duft  ; 
Our  feeble  pow'rs  can  ne'er  withfland, 
And  all  our  beauty's  loft. 

5  I'm  but  a  ftranger  here  below, 

As  all  my  fathers  were  ; 
May  I  be  well  prepar'd  to  go, 
When  I  thy  fummons  hear ! 

6  But  if  my  life  be  fpar'd  a  while 

Before  my  laft  remove, 
Thy  praife  fhall  be  my  bus'nefs  fiill. 
And  I'll  declare  thy  love. 


c6  PSALM     XL. 

PSALM  40.    fVr.  1,  2,  3,  5,  17.   Firfl  Part. 
Common  Metre. 

A  Song  of  Deliverance  from  great  Diflrefs. 

s    T   Waited  patient  for  the  Lord, 
.1     He  bow'd  to  hear  my  cry  ; 
He  faw  me  reftingon  his  word, 
And  brought  ialvation  nigh. 

2  He  rais'd  me  from  a  horrid  pit, 
Where  mourning  long  1  lay, 
And  from  my  bonds  releas'd  my  feet, 
Deep  bonds  of  miry  clay. 

4)  Firm  on  a  rock  he  made  me  ftand, 
And  taught  my  cheerful  tongue 
To  praifethe  wonders  of  his  hand. 
In  a  new  thankful  feng. 

4  I'll  fpread  his  works  of  grace  abroad  ; 
The  faints  with  joy  fhall  hear, 
And  firmers  learn  to  make  my  God 
Their  only  hope  and  fear. 

£  How  many  are  thy  thoughts  of  love  ; 
Thy  mercies,  Lord,  how  great ! 
We  have  not  words  nor  hours  enough 
Their  numbers  to  repeat. 

6  When  I'm  afiliticcl,  poor  and  low, 

And  light  and  peace  depart, 

My  God  beholds  my  heavy  woe, 

And  bears  me  on  his  heart. 

PSALM   40.  Ver.6 — 9.  Second  Part.  Com.  Metre. 

The  Incarnation  and  Sacrifice  of  Chrifl. 
1   r~pHUS  faith  the  Lord,  "  your  work  is  vaio, 
X     *•  Give  your  burnt  off'rmgs  o'er, 
"  In  dying  goals  and  bullock's  flain 
*'  My  loul  delights  no  more." 


P  S  A  L  M    XL.  tt 

a  Then  fpake  the  Saviour,  v{  Lo  I'm  here, 
"  My  God,  to  do  thy  will ; 
"  Whate'er  thy  facred  books  declare 
«  Thy  fervant  (hall  fulfil. 

3  "  Thy  law  is  ever  in  my  fight, 

"   I  keep  it  near  my  heurt ; 
"  Mine  eyes  are  open'd  with  delight 
*'  To  what  thy  lips  impart." 

4  And  fee  the  bled  Redeemer  comes, 

Th'  eternal  fon  appears, 
And  a^th'  appointed  time  alTumes 
The  body  God  prepares. 

,5   Much  he  reveal'd  his  Father's  grace, 
And  much  his  truth  he  fhow'd, 
And  preach'd  the  way  of  righteoufnefs 
Where  great  afTemblies  flood. 
6  His  Father's  honour  touch'd  his  heart, 
He  pity'd  finners  cries, 
And  to  fulfil  a  Saviour's  part 
Was  made  a  facrifice. 

Pa  use. 

■j   No  blood  of  beafts  on  altars  fhed 
Could  wafh  the  confcience  clean, 
But  the  rich  facrifice  he  paid 
Atones  for  all  our  fin. 
8  Then  was  the  great  falvation  fpreadj 
And  Satan's  kingdom  fhook  ; 
Thus  by  the  woman's  promis'd  feed 
The  ferpent's  head  was  broke. 

PSALM   40.  Vtr.  5—10.    Long  Metre. 
Chrijl  our  Sacrifice. 
I  r  I  "'HE  wonders,.  Lord,  thy  love  has  wrought, 
X     Exceed  our  praife,  furmount  our  thought  J 
Should  I  attempt  the  long  detail, 
My  fpeech  would  faint,  my  numbers  fail, 


9«  PSALM     XLI. 

s  No  blood  of  beafts  on  altars  fpilt, 

Can  cleanfe  the  fouls  of  men  from  guilt ; 
But  thou  haft  fet  before  our  eyes 
An  all-lufficient  facrifice. 

3  Lo  >hine  eternal  Son  appears, 
To  thy  defigns  h.s  bows  his  ears  ; 
AfTumes  a  body  well  prepar'd, 
And  well  performs  a  work  fo  hard. 

4  «  Behold  I  come,  (the  Saviour   cries, 
"   With  love  and  duty  in  his  eyes,) 

"  I  come  to  bear  the  heavy  load 

"  Of  fins,  and  do  thy  will,  my  God. 

5  'Tis  written  in  thy  great  decree, 

"  'Tis  in  thy  book  foretold  of  me, 
"   I  muft  fulfil  the  Saviour's  part, 
"  And  lo  !  thy  law  is  in  my  heart. 

6  ««  I'll  magnify  thy  holy  law, 

"  And  rebels  to  obedience  draw, 

"  When  on  my  crofs  I'm  lifted  high, 

"  Or  to  my  crown  above  the  fky. 

7  "  The  fpirit  fhall  defcend  and  fhow 

"  What.thou  haft  done  and  what  I  do; 
"  The  wond'ring  world  fhall  learn  thy  grace, 
"  And  all  creation  tune  thy  praile." 
P  S  A  L  M  4t.     Ver.  i,  a,  3.    Lon*  Metre. 
Charity  to  the  Poor;  or,  Pity  to  the  AffiiBei. 

1  "D  LEST  is  the  man,  whofe  breaft  can  move, 
±J  And  melt  with  pity  to  the  poor, 
Whofe  foul,  by  fympathizing  love, 

Feels  what  his  fellow  faints  endure. 

2  His  heart  contrives  for  their  relief 
More  good  than  his  own  hands  can  do  ; 
He  in  the  time  of  gen'ral  grief 

Shall  find  the  Lord  hath  mercy  too. 

3  His  foul  fhall  live  fecure  on  earth 
With  facred  bleffings  on  his  head, 
When  drought,  and  peftilence,  and  dearth, 
Around  him  multiply  their  dead. 


PSALM     XLIL  99 

4  Or  if  he  languifh  on  his  couch, 

God  will  prorhjt-nce  his  fins  forgiv'n, 
Willfave  him  with  a  healing  touch, 
Or  take  his  willing  foul  to  heav'n. 

PSALM     42.     1—9.     Fnji  Part.    C.  M. 

Defertion  and  Hope  ;    or,  Complaint  of  Aljcncc  from 
public  Worjhip. 

1  TTTITH  earned  longings  of  the  mind, 

VV     My  God,  to  thee  I  look  ; 
So  pants  the  hunted  hart  to  find, 
And  tafte  the  cooling  brook. 

2  When  fhall  I  fee  thy  courts  of  grace, 

And  meet  my  God  again  ? 
So  long  an  abfence  from  thy  face 
My  heart  endures  with  pain. 

3  Temptations  vex  my  weary  foulj 

And  tears  are  my  repaft  ; 
The  foe  infuks  without  controal, 
K  And  zvkere's  your  God  at  lajl  ?" 

4  5Tis  with  a  mournful  pleafure  now 

I  think  on  ancient  days: 
Then  to  thy  houfe  did  numbers  go, 
And  all  our  work  was  praife. 

6  But  why,  my  foul,  funk  down  fo  far 

Beneath  this  heavy  load  ? 

My  fpirit,  why  indulge  defpair, 

And  fin  againft  my  God  ? 

7  Hope  in  the  Lord  whofe  mighty  hand 

Can  ail  thy  woes  remove  ; 
Tor  I  fhall  yet  before  him  ftand, 
And  fing  reftoring  love. 

PSALM     42.     6—11.     Second  Part. 
Melancholy  Thoughts  reproved;  or,  Hope  in  Affliction. 
i    "\/j[Y  fpirit  finks  within  me,  Lord, 
jSjL  But  I  will  call  thy  name  to  mind, 
And  times  of  paft  diftrefs  record, 
When  I  have  found  my  God  was  kind. 


ioo  P  S  A  L  M    XUll. 

£  Huge  troubles  with,  tumult  ous  noife 
Swell  like  a  fea,  and  round  me  fpread ; 
The  riling  waves  drown  all  my  joys, 
And  roll  tremend'ous  o'er  my  head. 

3  Yet  will  the  Lord  command  his  lov$ 
When  I  add  re  is  his  throne  by  day, 
Nor  in  the  night  his  grace  remove; 
The  night  fhail  hear  me  ling  and  pray. 

4  I'll  raft  myfelf  before  his  feet, 

And  fay,  "my  God,  my  r.eav'nly  rock, 

"  Why  doth  thy  love  fo  long  forget 

"  The  foul  that  gtoars  beneath  thy  ftroke  ?" 

5  I'll  chide  my  heart  that  finks  fo  low, 
Whyfhould  my  foul  indulge  her  grief ; 
Hope  in  the  Lord  and  praile  him  too  ; 
He  is  my  reft,  my  fure  relief. 

6  My  God,  my  moft  exceeding  joy, 
Thy  light  and  truth  fhall  guide  me  ft  ill, 
Thy  word  fhall  my  beft  thoughts  employ, 
And  lead  me  to  thine  heav'nly  hili. 

P  S  A  L  M  43.     Common  Metre. 
Safety  in  divine  PrcUclion. 

1  TUDGE  me',  O  God,  and  plead  my  caufe, 
J     Againft  a  finful  race; 

From  vile  oppreffion  and  deceit 
Secure  me  by  thy  grace. 

2  On  thee  my  ftedfaft  hope  depends, 

And  am  1  left  to  mourn  ? 

To  fink  in  forrows,  and  in  vain 

Implore  thy  kind  return  ? 

3  O  fend  thy  light  to  guide  my  feet, 

And  bid  thy  truth  appear, 
Conduct  me  to  thy  holy  hill, 
To  tafte  thy  meicies  there. 

4  Then  to  thy  altar,  O  my  God, 

My  joyful  feet  fhall  rife. 
And  my  triumphant  fongs  fhall  praifc 
The  God  that  rules  the  Ikies. 


PSALM    XLTV.  i*i 

£  Sink  not  my  fcml,   beneath  thy  fear, 
Nor  yield  to  weak  defpair; 
For  I  fhall  live  to  praife  the  Lord, 
And  blefs  his  guardian  care. 

PSALM    44    Ver.  1,  2,  3.  8-  15,  26.  C.  M. 

The  Church's  Complaint  in  Perfecution. 
x    T    ORD,  we  have  heard  thy  works  of  old, 
JL-*  Thv  works  of  pow'r  and  grace, 
■When  to  our  ear:;  our  fathers  told, 
The  wonders  of  their  days. 

2  They  faw  the  beaut'ous  churches  rife, 

The  fpreading  gofpel  run  ; 
While  light  and  glory  from  the  fkies 
Through  all  their  temples  fhone. 

3  In  God  they  boafted  all  the  day, 

r  nd  in  a  cheerful  throng 
Did  thcufands  meet  to  praife  and  pray, 
And  grace  was  all  their  fong. 

4  But  now  our  fouls  are  feiz'd  with  fhanr€} 

Confufioa  fills  our  face, 
To  hear  the  enemy  blafpheme, 
And  fools  reproach  thy  grace". 

2  Yet  have  we  not  forget  our  God, 
Nor  fa'fely  dealt  with  heav'n, 
Nor  have  our  fteps  declin'd  the  road 
Of  duty  thou  haft  givfn. 
€  Though  dragons  all  around  ua  roar 
With  their  deftru£live  breath, 
And  thine  own  hand  has  bruis'd  us  fore, 
Hard  by  the.  gates  of  death. 

Pause. 

•J  We  are  expos'd  all  day  to  die, 
As  martyrs  for  thy  name; 
As  fheep  for  Daughter  bound  we  11% 
And  wait  the  kindling  flame, 


io*  PSALM    XLV. 

8  Awake,  arife,  almighty  Lord, 

Why  deeps  thy  wonted  grace  ? 
Why  thould  we  feem  like  men  abhor'd, 
Or  banifh'd  from  thy  face  ? 

9  Wilt  thou  for  ever  cart  us  off, 

And  flill  neglect  our  cries  ? 
For  ever  hide  thine  heav'nly  love 
From  our  effH&ed  eyes  ? 

10  Down  to  the  dud  our  foul  is  bow'd, 

And  dies  upon  the  ground  ; 
Rife  for  our  help,  rebuke  the  proud, 
And  all  their  pow'rs  confound. 

ii  Redeem  us  from  perpetual  fhame, 
Our  Saviour  and  our  God  ; 
We  plead  the  honours  of  thy  name, 
The  merits  of  thy  blood. 

PSALM    45.    Short  Metre. 

The  Glory  of  Chriji.     The  Snccefs  of  the  Gofpelt  and 
the  Gentile  Church. 

x  A /fY  Saviour  and  my  King, 
1.VJL  Thy  beauties  are  divine  ; 
Thy  Hps  with  bleffings  overflow, 
And  ev'ry  grace  is  thine. 

2  Now  make  thy  glory  known, 

Gird  on  thy  dreadful  fword, 
And  rife  in  majefty  to  fpread 
The  conquefts  of  thy  word. 

3  Strike  through  thy  ftubborn  foes, 

Or  make  their  hearts  obey, 
Whilejuftice,  meeknefs,  grace  and  truth 
Attend  thy  glorious  way. 

4  Thy  laws,  O  God,  sre  right, 

Thy  throne  ihall  ever  (land  ; 
And  thy  victorious  gofpel  prove 
A  fceptre  in  thy  hand. 


PSALM    XLV.  103 

j;  Thy  Father  and  thy  God 

Hath  without  meafure  (hed 
His  fpirit  like  a  grateful  oil 

T'  anoint  thy  facred  head.] 

3  Behold  at  thy  right  hand 
The  Gentile  church  is  feen, 
A  beaut'ous  bride  in  rich  attire, 
And  princes  guard  the  Queen.] 

Fair  bride,  receive  his  love, 

Forget  thy  father's  houfe  ; 
Forfake  thy  gods,  thy  idol  gods, 

And  pay  thy  Lord  thy  vows. 

5  O  let  thy  God  and  King 

Thy  fweeteft  thoughts  employ; 
Thy  children  fhall  his  honour  fmg, 
And  tafte  the  heav'nly  joy. 

PSALM    45.     Common  Metre. 
The  perfot\al  Glories  and  Government  of  Chrijl, 

1  T'LL  fpeak  the  honours  of  my  King, 
A  His  form  divinely  fair ; 

None  of  the  fons  of  mortal  race 
May  with  the  Lord  compare. 

2  Sweet  is  thy  fpeech,  and  heav'nly  grace 

Upon  thy  lips  is  fhed ; 
Thy  God  with  bleflings  infinite 
Hath  crown'd  thy  facred  head. 

3  Gird  on  thy  fword  victorious  Prince, 

Ride  with  majeftic  fway ; 
Thy  terror  mall  ftrike  through  thy  foes, 
And  make  the  world  obey. 

4  Thy  throne,  O  God,  for  ever  ftands, 

Thy  word  of  grace  fhall  prove 
A  peaceful  fceptre  in  thy  hands, 
To  rule  thy  faints  by  love* 


104  PSALM     XLV. 

5  Juftice  and  truth  attend  thee  foil, 
But  mercy  is  thy  choice  : 
And  God,  thy  God,  thy  foul  fhall  fill 
Wirh  moft  peculiar  joys. 

PSALM     45      Firjl  Part.    Long  Metre. 

The  Glory  of  Chrijl,  and  Power  of  his  Go/pel* 

5  *\TO  W  be  my  heart  ini'pir'd  to  fmg 
JlN    The  glories  of  my  Saviour  King, 
Jefus  the  Lord  ;  how  heav'nly  fair 

His  form!  how  bright  his  beauties  are! 
a  O'er  all  the  fons  of  human  race 
He  fhines  with  far  fuperior  grace, 
Love  from  his  lips  divinely  flows, 
And  bleffings  all  his  fiate  compofe. 

3  Drefsthee  in  arms  moft  mighty  Lord, 
Gird  on  the  terror  of  thy  fword, 

In  majefty  and  glory  ride 

With  truth  and  meeknefe  at  thy  fide. 

4  Thine  anger,  HIc_e  a  pointed  dart, 
Sha'l  pierce  the  foes  of  ftubborn  heart ; 
Or  v.-ords  of  mercy  kind  and  fv/eet 
Shall  melt  the  rebels  at  thy  feet. 

r  Thy  throne.  O  God,  for  ever  ftands, 
Grace  is  the  fceptre  in  thy  hands  ; 
Thy  laws  and  works  are  juft  and  right, 
But  grace  and  juftice  thy  delight 

6  God,  thine  own  God  has  richly  fhed 
His  oil  of  gladneis  on  thy  head  ; 
And  with  his  facred  fpirit  blefs'd 
His  firft  born  Son  above  the  reft. 

PSALM     45.    Second  Part.     Long  Metre. 
Chrijl  and  hi i  Church;  or,  the  myflical Marriage. 

1   '"I^HE  King  of  faints,  how  fair  his  face, 
X     Adorn'd  with  majefty  and  grace  t 
He  comes  with  bleffings  from  above, 
Aed  wins  the  nations  to  his  love, 


PSALM    XLVI.  i»5 

At  his  right  hand  our  eyes  behold 
The  Queen  array'd  in  pureft  gold  ; 
The  world  admires  her  heav'nly  drefs  ; 
Her  robes  of  joy  and  righteoufnefs. 
He  forms  her  beauties  like  his  own, 
He  calls  and  feats  her  near  his  throne ; 
Fair  ftranger,  let  thms  heart  forget 
The  idols  of  thy  native  (late. 

4  So  (hall  the  King  the  more  rejoice 

In  thee  the  fav'ri'.e  of  his  choice  ; 

Let  him  be  lov'd  and  yet  ador'd, 

For  he's  thy  Maker  and  thy  Lord, 
g  Oh  happy  hour,  when  thou  (halt  rife 

To  his  fair  palace  in  the  ikies, 

And  all  thy  fons,  (a  num'rous  train) 

Each  like  a  prince  in  glory  reign. 
6  Let  endlefs  honours  crown  his  head  ; 

Let  ev'ry  age  his  praifes  fpread ; 

While  we  with  cheerful  iongs  approve 

The  condefcenfion  of  his  love. 
PSALM     46.     Firjl  Part.    Long  Metre. 
Tht  Church's  Safety  and -Triumph  among  national  3 h 
folations. 

1    f>  OD  is  the  refuge  of  his  faints,  _ 

VJT  When  ftorms  of  (harp  didrefs  invade; 

Ere  we  can  offer  our  complaints, 

Behold  him  prefent  with  his  aid. 
*  Let  mountains  from  their  feats  be  hurl'd 

Down  to  the  deep,  and  buried  there, 

Convulfions  (hake  the  fohd  world, 

Our  faith  (hall  never  yield  to  fear. 
3  Loud  may  the  troubled  ocean  roar, 

In  facred  peace  our  fouls  abide, 

While  ev'ry  nation,  ev'ry  Chore 

Trembles,  and  dreads  the  f  welling  tide. 


io6  PSALM     XLVI. 

4  There  is  a  ftream,  whofe  gentle  flow 
Supplies  the  city  of  our  God  ! 
Life,  love  and  joy  ftill  gliding  thro' 
And  wat'ring  our  divine  abode. 

5  That  facred  flream,  thine  holy  word, 
Supports  our  faith,  our  fear  controuls, 
Sweet  peace  thy  promifes  afford, 

And  give  new  ftrength  to  fainting  fouls. 

6  Zion  enjoys  her  Monarch's  love, 
Secure  againft  athreat'ning  hour; 
Nor  can  her  firm  foundation  move, 
Built  on  his  truth  and  arm'd  with  pow'r. 

PSALM    46.    Second  Part.    Long  Metre. 

Godfghtsfor  his  Church. 

i   T    ET  Zion  in  her  King  rejoice, 

I  a  Tho'  tyrants  rage,  and  kingdoms  rife; 
He  utters  his  almighty  voice, 
The  nations  melt,  the  tumult  dies. 

2  The  Lord  of  old  for  Jicob  fought, 
And  jficol/'s  God  is  Itill  our  aid ; 
Behold  the  works  his  hand  has  wrought, 
What  defolations  he  has  marie. 

3  Prom  fea  to  fea,  through  all  the  fhores 
He  makes  the  noife  of  battle  ceafe  ; 
"When  from  on  high  his  thunder  roars, 
He  awes  the  trembling  world  to  peace. 

4  He  breaks  the  bow,  he  cuts  the  fpear, 
Chariots  he  burns  with  heav'nly  flame  ; 
Let  earth  in  filent  wonder  hear 

The  found  and  glory  of  his  name. 

5  «  Be  ftill,  and  learn  that  I  am  God, 
"  I  reign  exalted  o'er  the  lands, 

»;  I  will  be  known  and  fear'd  abroad, 
"  But  ftill  my  throne  ia  Zion  Hands." 


PSALM    XLVII,  XLVIII.     xo7 

6  O  Lord  of  holts,  almighty  King, 
While  we  fo  near  thy  pre  fence  dwell, 
Our  faith  fhall  fit  fecure  and  fing, 
Nor  fear  the  raging  pow'rs  of  hell, 

PSALM     47.     Common  Metre* 

Chrijl  afcending  and  reigning. 

i  />H  for  a  fhout  of  facred  joy 
\J   To  God  the  fov'reign  King  I 
Let  eVry  land  their  tongues  employ, 
And  hymns  of  triumph  fing* 
a  Jejus  our  God  afcends  on  high  ; 
His  heav'nly  guards  around 
Attend  him  rifmg  thro'  the  fky, 
With  trumpets  joyful  found. 

s  While  angels  fhout  and  praife  their  King, 
Let  mortal*  learn  their  {trains; 
Let  all  the  earth  his  honours  ftng; 
O'er  all  the  earth  he  reigns. 

4.  Rehearfe  his  pi  aife  with  awe  profound, 
Let  knowledge  guide  the  fong; 
Nor  mock  him  with  a  iViemn  found 
Upon  a  thoughdefs  tongue. 

5  In  IfraH  flood  his  an  lent  throne, 

Helov'd  that  ch.jfen  race; 
But  now  he  calls  the  world  his  own, 
And  heathens  tifte  his  grace. 

6  The  Gentile  nations  are  the  Lord's, 

There  Abraham's  God  is  known  ; 
While  pow'rs  and  princes,  fhields  and  fwords 
SubmL  before  bis  throne. 

P  S  A  L  M     48.     1—8.    Firji  Part.  S.M. 
The  Church  is  the  Honour  and  Safety  ef  a  Nation, 

1   r/~"1  RE  AT  is  the.  Lord  our  God, 
LVjT   -A-nd  let  his  praife  be  great; 
He  makes  the  churches  his  abode, 
His  mofl  delightful  feat. 


io8  PSALM    XLVIIIv 

»  Thefe  temples  of  his  giace, 
How  beautiful  they  hand  ? 
The  honours  of  our  naive  phce, 
And  bulwarks  of  our  land. J 
g  In  Zion  God  is  known 
A  refuge  in  difirefs ; 
How  bright  has  his  falvation  fhone, 
How  fair  nis  heav'nly  grace? 

4  When  kings  againft  her  joir>'d, 

And  law  the  Lord  was  there, 
In  wild  <~orifufion  of  the  mit,d 
They  fled  with  hatty  fear. 

5  When  n^vie*  tall  aud  proud 

Attempt  to  fpoil  our  peace, 
He  fends  his  tempeil  roaring  loud, 
And  finks  them  in  the  feas. 

6  Oft  have  our  fathers  told, 

Our  eyes  have  often  feen, 
H   w  well  our  God  fecures  the  fold 
Where  his  own  flocks  have  been. 

7  In  ev'ry  new  diftrefs 

We'll  to  his  houfe  repair, 
Recal  to  mind  Ms  wond'rous  grace, 
And  feek  deiiv'rance  there. 
PSALM     48-      20—14.     Second  Part.  S  SI> 
The  Beauty  of  the  Church ;  or,  Gofpel  Worjhip  andOrd&* 
1    ITAR  as  thy  Dame  is  known 
X;     The  world  declares  thy  praife; 
Thy  faints,  O  Lord;  before  thy  fhrone 
Their  fongs  of  honour  »aife. 
t  With  jov  thy  people  fland 
On  Zwn\  chof"'^  hill, 
Proclaim  the  wonders  of  thy  hand, 
And  counfels  of  thy  will. 
3  Let  flrangers  walk  around 
The  city  where  we  dwell, 
Compafs  and  view  thine  holy  groaad, 
And  mark  the  building  well. 


P  S  A  L  M     XLIX.  109 

4  The  orders  of  th. 

The  worftiip  of 
The  cheerfu  -    nnvoWs, 

And  ma^  :rc. 

5  How  decen    and     ■  w  wife! 

How  glorious  ■     b     old  t 
Beyond  the  pomp  that  charms  the  eyes, 
And  rites  adoni'd  with  gold. 

6  The  God  we  worfhi?  now 

Will  guide  us'iili  we  die; 
:  Will  be  our  God  wn.iie  here  below, 

And  ours  above  the  iky. 
PSALM  49.  Ver.  6—14    tirfiParU  Com.  Metre. 
Pride  and  Death;  or,  the  Vanity  of  Lift  and  Riches. 

WH  Y  doth  the  man  of.  riches  grow 
To  infolence  and  pride, 
To  fee  his  wealth  and  honours  flow 

With  ev'ry  rifing'.ide  ? 
{[Why  doth  he  treat  the  poor  wich  fcora, 

Made  of  the  felf-fame  clay, 
And  boail  as  chough  hisflefh  was  born 

Of  better  dull  than  they  ?] 
Not  all  his  treafures  can  procure 

His  foul  a  fhort  reprieve, 
Redeem'd  from  death  one  guilty  hour, 
Or  make  his  brother  live. 
.  Eternal  life  can  ne'er  be  fold, 
The  random  is  i  00  high  ; 
Juftice  will  ne'er  be  brib'd  with  gold, 
That  man  may  never  die. 
}  He  fees  the  brutifh  and  the  wife, 
The  tim'rous  and  the  b'ave 
Quit  their  poiTeilions,  clofe  their  eyes, 
And  haften  to  the  grave. 
5  Yet  'tis  his  igward  thought  and  pride, 
"  My  houfe  fhall  ever  ftand  ; 
"  And  that  my  name  may  long  abide 
*'  I'll  give  it  to  my  land." 
£. 


IIO  PSALM    XLIX. 

7  Vain  are  his  thoughts,  his  hopes  are  lofl, 

How  foon  his  mem'ry  dies  ! 
His  name  is  buried  in  the  duft, 
Where  his  own  body  lies. 
T  a   u    s   E. 

8  This  is  the  folly  of  their  way, 

And  yet  their  fons  as  vain 
Approve  the  words  their  fathers  fay, 
And  act  their  works  again. 

g  Men  void  of  wifdom  and  of  grace, 
Tho'  honour  raife  them  high, 
Live  like  the  bead,  a  thoughtlefs  race, 
And  like  the  beaft  they  die. 

10  [Laid  in  the  grave  like  filly  fheep, 
Death  triumphs  o'er  them  there, 
Till  the  laft  trumpet  breaks  their  deep, 
And  wakes  them  in  defpair.] 

PS  A  L  M  49.  Ver.  14,  15.  Second  Part.  Com.  Metre. 

Death  and  the  Refurreclion* 

1  \7"E   fons  of  pride,  that  hate  the  juft, 

X     And  trample  on  the  poor, 
When  death  has  brought  you  down  to  duft, 
Your  pomp  (hall  rife  no  more. 

2  The  laft  great  day  fhall  change  the  fcene; 

When  will  that  hour  appear  ? 
When  fhall  the  juft  revive,  and  reign 
O'er  all  that  fcorn'd  them  here  ? 

3  God  will  my  naked  foul  receive, 

Call'dfrom  the  world  away, 

And  break  ihe  prifon  of  the  grave, 

To  raife  my  mould'ring  clay. 

4  Heav'n  is  mv  everlafting  home, 

Th'  inheritance  is  fure  ; 
Let  men  of  pride  their  rage  refume, 
Eut  I'll  '-epine  no  more. 


PSALM    XLIX,  I 

PSALM     49.     Long  Me. 
The  rich  Sinner's  Death,  and  the  Saint's  A. 

Y  do  the  proud  infult  the  pooi 


WHA 


How  vain  are  riches  to  fecure 
Their  haughty  owners  from  the  grave ! 
*  They  can't  redeem  an  hour  from  death 
With  all  the  wealth  in  which  they  truft ; 
Nor  give  a  dying  brother  breath, 
"When  God  commands  him  down  to  dufl. 

3  There  the  dark  earth  and  difmal  (hade 
Shall  clafp  their  naked  bodies  round  ; 
That  flefh.  fo  delicately  fed 

Lies  cold,  and  moulders  in  the  ground, 

4  Like  thoughtlefsfneep  the  Tinner  dies, 
And  leaves  his  glories  in  the  tomb  ; 
The  faints  fhall  in  the  morning  rife, 
And  hear  th'  oppreffor's  awful  doom# 

5  His  honours  perifh  in  the  duft, 

And  pomp  and  beauty,  birth  and  blood  ; 
That  glorious  day  exalts  the juft 
To  full  dominion  o'er  the  proud. 

6  My  Saviour  fhall  my  life  reftore, 
And  raife  me  from  my  dark  abode; 
My  flefh  and  foul  fhall'part  no  more, 
But  dwell  forever  near  my  God. 

PSALM   5o.  Ver.  1—6.    Firjl  Part.    C.  Metre, 
Thelajl  Judgment;  or,  the  Saints  rewarded, 

H  E  Lord,  the  Judge,  before  his   throne 
Bids  the  whole  earth  draw  nigh, 
The  nations  near  the  rifing  fun, 

And  near  the  Weflcr'n  fky. 
No  more  fhall  bold  blafphemersfay, 

Judgment  will  ne'er  begin  ; 
No  more  abufe  his  long  delay 
To  imoudence  and  fin. 
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PSALM    L. 

on  a  cloud  our  God  (hall  come, 
at  flames  prepare  his  way, 
de»  and  darknefs,  fire  and  ftorm 
.ead  on  the  dreadful  day. 
xeav'n  from  above  his  call  fhall  hear, 

Attending  angels  come, 
And  earth  and  hell  fnall  know  and  fea? 
His  JulUceand  their  doom. 

5  «  But  gather  all  my  faints  (he  cries) 
11  That  made  their  peace  with  God, 
"  By  the  Redeemer's  facrifice, 
"  And  fcal'd  it  with  his  blood. 
®  "  Their  faith  and  works  brought  forth  to  light, 
"  Shall  make  the  world  confefs 
"  My  fentence  of  reward  is  right, 
li  And  heav'n  adore  my  grace." 

PSALM  50.  Vtr.  1c.11,  14,  15,23.  Second  Part. 

Common  Metre. 

Obedience  is  better  than  Sacrifice. 

1   r"PHUS  faith  the  Lord,  "the  fpacious  fields 
X     t;  And  flocks  and  herds  are  mine, 
"  O'er  all  the  cattle  of  the  hills. 
"   I  claim  aright  divine. 
8  "   I  afk  no  fheepfor  facrifice, 

"   Nor  bullocks  burnt  with  fire; 
«  To  hope  and  love,  to  pray  and  praife, 
"  Is  all  that  I  require. 

3  "  Invoke  my  name  when  trouble's  near, 
"  My  hand  fnall  fet  thee  free  ; 
"  Then  fhal!  thy  thankful  lips  declare 
"  The  honour  due  to  me. 


The  man  that  offers  humble  praife, 
"  Declares  my  glory  beft ; 
And  thofe  that  tread  my  holy  ways, 
«  Shall  my  faJvation  taftc,'* 


PSALM     L.  ii; 

PSALM    50.    Ver.   1,  5,  8,  16,  2t,  22. 
Third  Part.  Common  Metre. 
The  Judgment  of  Hy pontics. 
%  T  T  THEN  Chriji  to  judgment  mall  defcend, 
VV       And  faints  furround  their  Lord s 
He  calls  the  nations  to  attend, 
And  hear  his  awful  word. 
S  "  Not  for  the  want  of  bullocks  flain 
"  Will  I  the  world  reprove  ; 
"  Altars  and  rites,  and  forms  are  vain 
«  Without  the  fire  of  love. 

3  {:And  what  have  hypocrites  to  do 

•;  To  bring  their  facrifice  ? 
<:  They  call  my  ftatutesjuft  and  true, 
"  But  deal  in  theft  and  lies. 

4  "  Could  you  expeft  to  'fcape  my  fight, 

"   And  fin  without  controul; 
ct  But  I  fhall  bring  your  crimes  to  light, 
«  With  aoguiih  in  your  foul." 
3  Confider,  ye,  that  flight  the  Lord, 
Before  his  wrath  appear; 
If  once  you  fall  beneath  his  fword, 
There's  no  deliv'rer  there. 

PSALM     50.     Long  Metre* 
Hypocrify  expqfed. 
x  r"T'KE  Lord,  the  Judge,  his  churches  warns, 
JL       Let  hypocrites  attend  and  fear, 
Who  place  their  hope  in  rites  and  forms, 
But  make  not  faith  nor  love  their  care. 

2  Vile  wretches  dare  rehearfe  his  name 
With  lips  of  falfehood  and  deceit; 
A  friend  or  brother  they  defame, 
And  footh  and  flatter  thofe  they  hate. 

3  They  watch  to  do  their  neighbours  wrong, 
Yet  dare  to  feek  their  Maker's  face; 
They  take  his  cov'nant  on  their  tongue, 
But  break  his  laws,  abufe  his  grace. 


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4  To  heav'n  they  lift  their  hands  unclean, 
Defil'd  with  luft,  defu'd  with  blood; 
By  night  they  practife  every  fin, 

By  day  their  mouths  draw  near  to  God. 

5  And  while  his  judgments  long  delay, 
They  grow  fecuie  and  fin  the  more  ; 
They  think  he  fleeps  3S  well  as  they, 
And  put  far  off  the  dreadful  hour. 

8  Oh  dreadful  hour!  when  God  draws  near, 
And  fets  their  crimes  before  their  eyes! 
His  wrath  their  guilty  fouls  fhall  tear, 
And  no  deliv'rer  dare  to  rife. 

PSALM     53.     To  a  new  Tune. 
Thelajl  Judgment. 

1  r  I  ''HE  Lord,  the  fov'reign  fends  his  fummorvs  forth, 

X       Callsthe/<?Mt'A  nations,  and  awakes  the  north; 
From  Eafi  to  Weft  the  founding  orders  fpread 
Thro'  diitant  worlds  and  regions  of  the  dead; 
No  more  fhall  atheifis  mock  his  long  delay; 
Hisveng'ance  fleeps  no  more;   behold  the  day. 

2  Behold,  the  Judge  defcends,   his  guards  are  nigh, 
Tempeft  and  fire  attend  him  down  the  fky  ; 
Heav'n,  earth  and  hell,  draw  near  ;  let  all  things 
To  hear  his  iuftice  and  thefinner's  doom;  [come 
But  gather  firitmy  faints  (ihe  Judge  commands) 
Biingthern,  ye  angels,  from  their  difbnt  lands. 

3  Behold,    my  cov'nant  ftands  forever  good, 
Seal'd  by  th'  eternal  facrifice  in  blood, 

And  fign'd  with  all  their  names ;  the  Greek  the  Jcve 
That  paid  ihe  ancient  worfhip  or  the  new, 
There's  r.o  diftinclion  here,  prepare  their  thrones, 
And  nsar  me  feat  my  fav'rites  and  my  fous. 

.   I,  their  almighty  Saviour  and  their  God, 
I  am  their  Judge  ;  Ye  heav'ns  proclaim  abroad 
Myjuft  eternal  fentence,  and  declaie 
Thole  aweful  truths,  that  finners  dread  to  hear; 
Sinners  in  Sion,  tremble  and  retire  ; 
I  doom  the  painted  hypocrite  to  fire. 


PSALM    L.  115 

^  Not  for  the  want  of  goats  or  bullocks  flam 
Do  I  condemn  thee  ;  bulls  and  goats  are  vain, 
Without  the  flames  of  love  ;  in  vain  the  ftor« 
Of  brutal  off 'rings  that  were  mine  before  ; 
Mine  are  the  tamer  beads  and  favage  breed,  [feed. 
Plocks,  herds,  and  fields,  and  forefts  where  they 

6  If  I  were  hungry,  would  I  afk  thee  food  ? 
When  did  I  thirft,  or  tafte  the  victim's  blood  ? 
Can  I  be  flatter'd  with  thy  cringing  bows, 
Thy  folemn  chatt'rings  and  fantaftic  vows  ? 

•    Are  my  eyes  charm'd  thy  veftments  to  behold, 
Glaring  in  gems,  and  gay  in  woven  gold  ? 

7  Unthinking  wretch  !  how  could'ft  thou  hope  to 
A  God,  a  fpirit,  with  fuch  toys  as  thefe  ?  [pleafe 
While  with  my  grace  and  ftatutes  on  thy  tongue 
Thou  lov'ft  deceit,  and  doft  thy  brother  wrong; 
In  vain  to  pious  forms  thy  zeal  pretends, 
Thieves  and  adult'rers  are  thy  chofen  friends. 

8  Silent  I  waited  with  long-fuff'ring  love, 

But  didft  thou  hope  that  I  fhould  ne'er  reprove  ? 
And  cherifh  fuch  an  impious  thought  within, 
That  God  the  righteous  would   indulge  thy  fin  ? 
Behold  my  terrors  now  ;  my  thunders  roll, 
And  thy  own  crimes  affright  thy  guilty  foul. 

9  Sinners,  awake  betimes  :  ye  fools,  be  wife; 
Awake  before  this  dreadful  morning  rife ;  [mend, 
Change  your  vain  thoughts,  your  finful  works  a- 
Jly  to  the  Saviour,  make  the  Judge  yourfriend  ; 
Left  like  a  lion  his  laft  veng'ance  tear 

Your  trembling  fouls,  and  no  deliv'rer  near. 
PSALM     50.     To  the  old  proper  Tunc, 
The  laft  Judgment* 
1  HpHE  God  of  glory  fends  his  fummons. forth, 
JL     Calls  the fouth  nations  and  awakes  the  north; 
Irom  caft  to  weft  the  fov'reign  orders  fpread, 
Thro'  diftant  worlds  and  regions  of  the  dead. 
The  trumpet  founds,  hell  trembles,  heav'n  rejoices  ; 
lift  up  your  heads,  ye  faints,  with  cheerful  voices, 
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2  No  more  fhall  atheifts  mock  his  long  delay? 
Hisveng'ance  fleeps  no  more  :  behold  the  dav; 
Behold  the  Judge  def  ends;  his  guards  are  nigh; 
Temped  and  fire  attend  him  down  the  fky. 

When  God  appears,   all  nature  fhall  adore  him  ; 
While fmners  tremble.,  faints  rejoice  before  him. 

3  "  Heav'n,  earth,  and  hell,  draw  near;  let  all  things 
"  To  hear  myjudice  and  the  Tinner's  doom  :  [come 
"  But  gather  fird  my  faints,  the  Judgecommands : 

y  "  ^rinf  tnem>  >'e  angels,  from  their  didant  lands. 
When  Ckrijl  returns,  wake  ev'ry  cheerful  fa ffion  ; 
Andjlioul,  ye  faints,  he  comes  for  your  fdvation. 

4  "  Behold  my  cov'nant  ftands  forever  good, 
M  Seal'd  by  th' eternal  faenfice  in  blood, 

11  Andfign'd  withalltheirnames;  the Greckthe  Jew 
"  That  paid  'he  ancient  worfhip  or  the  new. 
There's  no  diftinclion  here  ;  join  all  your  voices, 
And  raife  your  heads,  y> faints,  for  heav'n  rejoices. 

5  "  Here  (faith  the  Lord)  ye  angels  fpread  their  thrones, 

"  And  near  me  teat  my  fav'rues  and  my  fons, 
Ci  Come,  my  redeem'd,  pofTels  the  joys  prepar'd 
"  Ere  time  began,  'cis  your  divine  reward. 

When  Chrijt  returns,  wake  ev'ry  cheeful paffnn  ; 

Andfhout,  ye  faints,  he  comes  for  your  falvation. 

Pause     the  Fird. 

6  "  I  am  the  Saviour,  I  th'  almighty  God, 

"  The  (ov'reign  judge :  ye  heav'ns  proclaim  abroad 
*'  My  jud  eternal  femence,  and  declare 
"  Thole  awful  tiuths  tha'  finners  dread   to  hear. 
When  Gei  appears  all  nature  fnall  a  Joe  him, 
While  finners  tremble,  faints  rejoice  before  him. 

7  "Stand  forth,  thou  bold  blarphemer.  and  profane, 
"  Now  feel  my  wrath,  nor  call  my  threatnings  vainj 
"  Thou  hypocrite,  once  dred  in  faint's  attire, 

"  I  doom  the  oainfd  hypocrite  to  fire. 
Judgment  proceeds  bed  trembles,  heav'n  rejoices  ; 
Lift  up  your  heads,  ye  faints,  with,  cheerful  voices. 


PSALM     L  117 

g  <f  Not  for  the  want  of  goats,  or  bullocks  (lain 
"  Do  I  condemn  thee;  bulls  and  goats  are  vain 
«  Without  the  flames  of  love;   in  vain  the  flora 
"  Of  brutal  offerings  that  were  mine  before. 
Earth  is  the  Lord's,  all  nature  fhall  adore  him  ; 
V/hilefixners  tremble,  faints  rejoice  before  him. 

a  *'  If  I  were  hungry,  would  I  afk  thee  food  ? 
"  When  did  Iihirft  or  drink  thy  bullock's  blood  ? 
"  Mine  are  the  tamer  beafts  and  favage  breed, 
"  Flocks,  herds,  and  fields,  and  forefls  where  they 
All  is  the  Lord's,  he  rules  the  wide  creation  ;      [feed. 

'     Gives  finners  veng'ance,  and  the  faints falvation. 

10  "  Can  I  be  flatter'd  with  thy  cringing  bows, 
"  Thy  folemn  chatt'rings  andfantaftic  vows  ? 
"   Are  my  eyes  charm'd  thy  veftments  to  behold,. 
"  Glaring  in  gems,  and  gay  in  woven  gold  ? 
God  is  the  judge  of  hearts,  no  fail  difguifes 
Canfcreen  thegmlty  when  his  vengeance  1  ifes-+ 

Pause  the  Second, 
it  "  Unthinking  wretch!  how  could'ft  thou  hope  ta 
*-'  A  God,  a  fpirit,  with  fuch  toys  as  thefe  ?  [pleafe 
"  While  with  m  y  grace  and  ftatutes  on  thy  tongue, 
"  Thou  lov'ft  deceit,  and  do'ft  thy  brother  wrong. 
Judgment  proceeds,  hell  trembles,  heav'n  rejoices; 
Lift  up  your  heads,  yefaii.ts,  with  cheerful  voices. 

12  "   In  vain  to  pious  forms  thy  zeal  pretends; 

"  Thieves  and  adult'rers  are  thy  chofen  friends; 
"  While  the  falfe  flatt'rer  at  mv  alrar  waits, 
r:  His  harden'd  foul  divine  inftruction  hates. 
God  is  the  judge  of  hearts,  no  fair  clifguijes 
Canfcreen  the  guilty  when  his  vengeance  rifes. 

13  (t  Silent  I  waited  with  long  fuff 'ring  love; 

t!  Butdid'fl  thou  hope  that  I  fhould  ne'er  reprove  ? 
"  And  cherub,  fuch  an  impious  thought  within, 
«'  That  the  All-Holy  would  indulge  thy  fin? 
See  God  appears,  all  nations  join  t'  adore  him  ; 
luigment  proceeds^  and  finnsrsJo.ll  before  him. 


n3  P  S  A  L  M     LI. 

14  st  Behold  my  terrors  now;  my  thunders  roll, 
u  And  thy  own  crimes  aflright  thy  guilty  foul; 
"  Now  like  a  lion  fhall  my  vengeance  tear 

«'  Thy  bleeding  heart,  and  no  deliv'rer  near. 
Judgment  concludes,  hell  trembles,  heav'mejoices; 
Lift  up your  heads,  ye  faints,  with  cheerful  voices. 

Epiphonema. 

15  M  Sinners  awake  betimes  ;  ye  fools  be  wife; 
"  Aw^ike  before  this  dreadful  morning  rife  : 

"  Change  your  vain  thoughts,  your  finful  works 

amend, 
t{  Fly  to  the  Saviour,  make  the  Judge  your  friend. 
Then  join  ye  faints,  wahe  ev'ry  cheerful  paffwn  ; 
When  Chrijl  returns,  he  comes  for  your  fatvation. 

PSALM     51.     Fir jl  Part.     Long  Metre. 
A  Penitent  pleading  for  Pardon. 
*    CHOW  pity,  Lord.  O  L'.rd,  forgive, 
O  Let  a  repenting  rebel  live; 
Are  not  thv  mercies  large  and  free  ? 
May  not  a  firmer  truft  in  thee? 

2  My  crimes  are  great,  but  can't  furpafs 
The  pow'r  and  glory  of  thy  grace; 
Great  God,  thv  nature  hath  no  bound> 
So  let  thy  pard'ning  love  be  found  ! 

3  O  wafh  my  foul  from  ev'ry  fin, 

And  make  my  guilty  confeience  clean  ; 
Here  on  mv  heart  the  burdenlies, 
And  pall  offences  pain  mine  eyes. 

4  My  lips  with  fhame  my  finscqnfefs 
Againft  thv  law,  agair-ft  ih»  qracc; 
Lord,  mould  thyj'jdgmijK  grow  fevere, 
I  am  condemu'd,  but  th^i  art  clear  ? 

e  Should  fudren  vengeancer-f^ize  my  brea'h, 
I  muft  pronounce  thee  jffft  in  d:  ath  ; 
And  if  my  foul  were  fern,  to  riell, 
Thy  righteous  law  appr<pe&jt  well. 


PSALM     LI.  119 

g  Yet  favea  trembling  (inner,  Lord, 

Whofe  hope  ftill  hov'ring  round  thy  word, 
Would  light  on  fome  fweet  promife  there, 
Some  fure  fupport  againft  defpair. 

PSALM     51.     Second  Part.     Long  Metre, 

Original  and  actual  Sin  confejjed. 

1    T    ORD,  I  am  vile,  conceiv'd  in  fin, 

I  j     And  born  unholy  and  unclean, 
:    Sprung  from  the  man  whofe  guilty  fall 

Corrupts  the  race,  and  taints  us  all. 
a  Soon  as  we  draw  our  infant  breath, 

The  feeds  of  fin  grow  up  for  death  ; 

The  law  demands  a  per  feci;  heart  j 

But  we're  defil'd  in  ev'ry  part. 

3  [Great  God  create  my  heart  anew, 

And  form  my  Spirit  pure  and  true; 

Oh  make  me  wife  betimes  to  fpy 

My  danger  and  my  remedy.  J 
jl  Behold  I  fall  before  thy  face  ; 

My  only  refuge  is  thy  grace; 

No  outward  forms  can  make  me  clean  J 

The  leprofy  lies  deep  within. 
c  Nobieeding  bird,  nor  bleeding  beaft, 

Nor  hyfop-branch,  nor  fprinkling  prieft, 

Nor  running  brook,  nor  flood,  nor  fea, 

Can  wain  the  difmal  (lain  away. 
6  Jejus,  My  God,  thy  blood  alone 

Hath  pow'r  fufhcient  to  atone  ; 

Thy  blood  can  make  me  white  as  fnow; 

No  Jeivi/h  types  could  cleanfe  rne  io. 
*  "While  guilt  difturbs  and  breaks  my  peace, 

Nor  flefh  nor  foul  hath  reft  or  eafe  ; 

Lord,  let  me  hear  thy  pard'ning  voice  | 

And  make  my  broken  heart  rejoice. 


s-io  P  S  A  L  M     LI. 

PSALM     5i.     TkiidPart.     Long  Metre. 

The  Backjlider  rejlorcd ;  or,  Repentance  and  Faith  in 
the  Blood  of  Chrijl. 

OThou  that  hear 'ft  when  finneis  cry, 
Though  all  my  crimes  before  thee  lie, 
Behold  them  not  with  angry  look, 
Eut  blot  their  mem'ry  from  thy  book. 

2  Create  my  nature  pure  within, 
And  form  my  foul  aveife  to  fin  : 
Let  thy  good  fpiiir  ne'er  depart, 

Nor  hide  thy  prefence  from  my  heart. 

3  I  cannot  live  without  thy  light, 
Cait  out  and  banifh'd  from  thy  fight  ; 
Thine  holy  joys,  my  God  reftore, 
And  guard  me,  that  1  fall  no  more. 

4  Though  I  have  griev'd  thy  fpirit,    Lord, 
Thy  help  and  comfort  ftill  afford, 

And  let  a  wretch  come  near  thy  throne, 

To  plead  the  merits  of  thy  Son. 
£  A  broken  heart  my  God,  my  King, 

Is  all  the  facrifice  I  bring; 

The  God  of  grace  will  ne'er  defpife 

A  broken  heart  for  facrifice. 
6  My  foul  lies  humbled  in  the  duft, 

And  owns  thy  dreadful  fentence  jiifl  ; 

I.ookdovin,    O  Lord,  with  pitying  eye, 

And  lave  the  foul  condemn'd  to  die. 

1  Then  will  I  teach  the  world  thy  ways  ; 
Sinners  fhall  learn  thy  fav'reign  grace  ; 
I'll  lead  them  to  my  Saviour's  blood, 
And  they  fhall  praife  a  pard'ning  God. 

8  O  may  thy  love  infpire  my  tongue  ! 
Salvation  fhall  be  all  my  fong  ; 
And  all  my  pow'rs  fhall  join  to  blefs 
The  Lord  my  ftrength  aad  righteDufnefs. 


PSALM     LI.  121 

PSALM  51.  Ver.  3—13.  Firjt  Part.  Com.  Metre. 
Original  and  actual  Sin  confejcd  and  pardoned. 

1    T    O  R  D,  I  would  fpread  my  fore  diftrefs 
I  j   And  guik  before  thine  eyes; 
Againft  thy  laws,  againft  thy  grace, 
How  high  my  crimes  arife  ! 
&  Should'ft  thou  condemn  my  foul  to  hell, 
And  crufh  my  flefh-  to  duft, 
Heav'n  would  approve  thy  veng'ance  well. 
And  earth  rnuft  own  it  juft, 

3  I  from  the  flock  of  Adam  came, 

Unholy  and  unclean; 
All  my  original  is  fhame, 
And  all  my  nature  fin. 

4  Born  in  a  world  of  guilt,  I  drew 

Contagion  with  my  breath; 
And  as  my  days  advanc'd  I  grew 
A  jufter  prey  for  death. 

5  Cleanfe  me,  O  Lord,  and  cheer  my  foal 

With  thy  forgiving  love  ; 
Oh  make  my  broken  fpirit  whole, 
And  bid  my  pains  remove. 

6  Let  not  thy  fpirit  e'er  depart, 

Nor  drive  me  from  thy  face; 
Create  anew  my  vicious  heart, 
And  fill  it  with  thy  grace. 

7  Then  will  I  make  thy  mercy  knowa 

Before  the  fons  of  men  ; 
Backfliders  fhall  addrefs  thy  throne, 
And  turn  to  God  again. 

PSALM  51.  Fer.  14 — 17.  Second  Part.  Com.  Metre. 

Repentance  and  Faith  in  the  Blood  of  Chrift. 
I   f~\  GODof  mercy,  hear  my  call, 
V_-^  My  loads  of  guilt  remove, 
Break  down  this  feparating  wall 
That  bars  me  from  thy  love. 


121  PSALM    LII. 

2  Give  me  the  prefence  of  thy  grace, 

Then  my  rejoicing  tongue 
Shall  {peak  aloud  thy  righteoufnefs, 
And  make  thy  praife  my  fong. 

3  No  blood  of  goats  nor  heifer  flain 

For  fin  could  e'er  atone; 
The  death  of  Chrift  fhall  ftill  remaia 
Sufficient  and  alone. 

4  A  foul  oppreft  with  fin's  defert 

My  God  will  ne'er  defpife; 
A  humble  groan,  a  broken  heart 
Is  our  belt  facrifice. 

PSALM     52,     Common  Metre. 

The  Difappointment  of  the  Wicked. 

1  "1T7"  H  Y  fhould  the  mighty  make  their  boafr, 

V  V     And  heav'nly  grace  defpife  ? 
In  their  own  arm  they  put  their  truft, 
And  fill  their  mouth  with  lies. 

2  But  God  in  vengeance  fhall  deftroy, 

And  drive  them  from  his  face  ; 
No  more  fhall  they  his  church  annoy, 
Nor  find  on  earth  a  place. 

3  But  like  a  cultur'd  olive  grow, 

Dreft  in  immortal  green, 
Thy  children  blooming  in  thy  love, 
Amid  thy  courts  are  feen. 

4  On  thine  eternal  grace,  O  Lord, 

Thy  faints  fhall  reft  fecure, 
And  all  who  truft  thy  holy  word, 
Shall  find  falvation  fure. 

PSALM     52.    Long  Metre. 
The  Folly  of  Self-Dcpendance. 
1    TI7HY  fhould  the  haughty  hero  boaft 
V  V     His  vengeful  arm,  his  warlike  hoit  ? 
While  blood  denies  his  cruel  hand, 
And  deiolatioa  walks  the  laad. 


PSALM    LIIL  122 

2  He  joys  to  hear  the  captive's  cry, 

The  widow's  groan,  the  orphan's  figh  : 
And  when  the  weary'd  fword  would  fparc, 
His  falfehood  fpreads  the  fatal  fnare. 

3  He  triumphs  in  the  deeds  of  wrong, 
And  arms  with  rage  his  impious  tongue; 
With  pride  proclaims  his  dreadful  pow'r, 
And  bids  the  trembling  world  adore. 

4  But  God  beholds,  and  with  a  frown, 
Cafts  to  the  duft  his  honours  down  ; 
The  righteous  freed,  their  hopes  recal, 
And  hail  the  proud  oppreffor's  fall. 

«;  How  low  the  infulting  tyrant  lies, 
Who  dar'd  th'  eternal  Pow'r  defpife; 
And  vainly  deem'd  with  envious  joy, 
His  arm  Almighty  to  deftroy. 

6  We  praife  the  Lord,  who  heard  our  cries, 
And  fent  falvation  from  the  flues  ; 
The  faints  who  faw  our  mournful  days, 
Shall  join  our  grateful  fongs  of  praife. 

PSALM     53      Ver.  4—6.     Common  Metre* 

Victory  and  Deliverance  from  Perftcution. 
I     A   RE  all  the  foes  of  Sion  fools 
l\     Who  thus  deftroys  her  faints ? 
Do  they  not  know  her  Saviour  rules, 
And  pities  her  complaints? 
g  They  fhall  be  feiz'd  with  fad  furprife; 
For  God's  avenging  arm 
Shall  crufh  the  hand  that  dares  arife, 
To  do  his  children  harm. 

3  In  vain  the  fons  of  fatan  boaft 

Of  armies  in  array  ; 
When  God  hasfirft  defpis'd  their  ho&, 
They  fall  an  eafy  prey. 

4  Oh  for  a  word  from  Sion's  King, 

Her  captives  to  reftore  ! 
The  joyful  faints  thy  praire  fhall  fing, 
And  Ifr'el  weep  no  more. 


324  PSALM     LIV.  LV. 

PSALM     54.     Common  Metre. 
EHOLD  us,  Lord,  and  let  our  cry 


*B' 


Before  thy  throne  afcend, 
Call  thou  on  us  a  pitying  eye, 
And  itill  our  lives  defend. 

2  For  flaughfr  ing  foes  infult  us  round, 

Oppreffive,  proud  and  vain, 
They  cafl  thy  temples  to  the  ground* 
And  all  our  rites  profane. 

3  Yet  thy  forgiving  grace  we  truft, 

And  in  thy  pow'r  rejoice; 
Thine  arm  fhall  crufh  our  foes  to  duff, 
Thy  praife  infpireour  voice. 

4  Be  thou  with  thofe  whofe  friendly  hand 

Upheld  us  in  drftrefs, 
Extend  thy  truth  through  ev'ry  land, 
And  ftill  thy  people  bleis. 

PSALM  55.  Ver.  i— 8,  16,  17,  18,22.  Com.  Metre; 

Support  for  the  afflicled  and  tempted  Soul. 
1   f^\  God,  my  refuge,  hear  my  cries, 
\^J     Behold  my  flowing  tears, 
For  earth  and  heli  my  hurt  devife,. 
And  triumph  in  my  iears, 

t  Their  rage  is  leveled  at  my  life, 
My  foul  with  guilt  they  load, 
And  fill  my  thoughts  with  inward  fliife, 
To  fhake  my  hope  in  God. 

3  What  inwaTd  pains  my  heart-firings  woind, 

I  groan  with  ev'ry  breath  ; 
Horror  and  fearbefet  me  round 
Amongft  the  fhades  of  death. 

4  Oh  were  I  like  a  feather 'd  dove, 

And  innocence  had  wings; 
I'd  fly,  and  make  a  long  remove 
From  all  thefe  reftlefs  things. 


PSALM    LV.  125 

;  Let  me  to  fome  wild  defert  go, 
And  find  a  peaceful  home, 
Where  ftorms  of  malice  never  blow, 

Temptations  never  come. 
Vain  hopes,  and  vain  inventions  all 

To  'fcapethe  rage  of  hell! 
The  mighty  God,  on  whom  I  call, 
Canfave  me  here  as  well. 

Pause. 

y  By  morning  light  I'll  feek  his  face, 
At  noon  repeat  my  cry, 
The  nig;ht  fhall  hear  meafk  his  grace. 
Nor  will  he  long  deny. 
8  God  fhall  preferve  my  foul  from  fear, 
Or  fhield  me  when  afraid  ; 
Tenthoufand  angels  muft  appear 
If  he  command  their  aid. 
g  I  caft  my  burdens  on  the  Lord, 
The  Lord  fuftains  them  alb 
My  courage  refts  upon  his  word, 
That  faints  fhall  never  fall. 
10  My  higheft  hopes  mall  not  be  vain, 
My  lins  fhall  fpread  his  praife; 
While  cruel  and  deceitful  men, 
Scarce  live  out  half  their  days, 

PSALM  55.  Ver.  15,  16,  17,  19,  22.  Short  Metre. 

1  r    ET  finners  take  their  courre, 
JL-*      And  choofethe  road  to  death; 
But  in  the  worfhip  of  my  God 

I'll  fpend  my  daily  breath. 

2  My  thoughts  addrefs  his  throne, 

When  morning  brings  the  light; 
I  feek  hisbleffings  ev'ry  noon, 
And  pay  my  vows  at  night. 


126  PSALM    LVI. 

3  Thou  wilt  regard  my  cries, 

O  mv  eternal  God, 
While  Tinners  perifh  in  furprife 
Beneath  thine  angry  rod. 

4  Becaufe  they  dwell  at  eafe, 

And  no  fad  changes  feel, 
They  neither  fear  nor  truft  thy  name, 
Nor  learn  to  do  thy  ■will. 

5  But  I  with  all  my  cares, 

Will  lean  upon  the  Lord  ; 
I'll  caft  my  burdens  on  his  arm, 
And  reft  upon  his  word. 
6"  His  arm  fhall  well  fuftain 
The  children  of  his  love; 
The  ground  on  which  their  fafety  flands, 
No  earthly  pow'r  can  move. 

PSALM     56.     Common  Metre. 

Deliverance  from  Opprejfwn  and  Falfehood:    or,   God's 
Care  of  his  People^  in  anfaer  to  Faith  and  Prayer, 

1    /^V   Thou  whofe  juftice  reigns  on  high, 
vJJ      And  makes  th'  oppreffor  ceafe, 
Behold  how  envious  miners  try 
To  vex  and  break  my  peace. 
a  The  fons  of  violence  and  lies 
Join  to  devour  me,  Lord  ; 
But  as  my  hourly  dangers  rife, 
My  refuge  is  thy  word. 

3  In  God  moftholy,  juft,  and  true, 

1  have  repos'd  my  truft  ; 
Nor  will  I  iear  what  fiefh  can  do, 
The  offspring  of  the  duft. 

4  They  wrefl  my  words  to  mifchief  (till, 

Charge  me  with  unknown  faults; 
for  miichiefs  all  their  counfels  fill, 
And  malice  all  their  thoughts. 


PSALM     LVII.  1*7 

L  ShalHhey  efcape  without  thy  frown? 
r        Muft  their  devices  fland  t 
Oh  caft  the  haughty  {inner  down, 
And  let  him  know  thy  hand  ! 
Pause. 

6  God  fees  the  forrows  of  his  faints, 

Their  groans  affed  his  ears; 
Thy  mercy  counts  my  juft  complaints, 
And  numbers  all  my  tears. 

7  When  to  thy  throne  I  raife  my  cry, 

The  wicked  fear  and  flee  : 
So  fwift  is  pray'r  to  reach  the  iky, 
So  near  is  God  to  me. 

8  In  thee,  moft  holy,  juft,  and  true, 

1  have  repos'd  my  truft ; 
Nor  will  I  fear  what  man  can  do, 
The  offspring  of  the  duft. 
I  ©  Thy  folemn  vows  are  on  me,  Lord, 
Thou  fhalt  receive  my  praife ; 
I'll  fing,  how  faithful  is  thy  wora. 
How  righteous  all  thy  ways! 
3 o  Thou  halt  fecur'd  my  foul  from  death, 
Oh  fet  thy  pris'ner  free, 
That  heart  and  hand,  and  life  and  breath 
May  be  employ'd  for  thte. 

PSALM     ay     Lor'§  Metre' 
Praife  for  Protection;  Grace  and  Truth. 

MY  God  in  whom  are  all  the  fprings, 
Of  boundlefs  love  and  grace  unknown, 
Hide  me  beneath  thy  fpreadiug  wings, 
Till  the  dark  cloud  is  overblown. 


Up  to  the  heav'ns  I  fend  my  cry, 

The  Lord  will  my  defires  perform; 

He  fends  his  angel  from  the  fky, 

y  ud  laves  me  from  the  threat'niog  itornu 


128  PSALM     LVIII. 

3  Be  thou  exahed,  O  my  God, 

Above  the  heav'ns  where  angels  dwell; 
Thy  pow'r  on  earth  be  known  abroad, 
And  land  to  land  thy  wonders  tell. 

4  My  heart  is  fix'd  ;  my  fong  fhall  raife 
Immortal  honours  to  thy  name; 
Awake,  my  tongue,  to  found  his  praife. 
My  tongue,  the  glory  of  my  frame. 

5  High  o*er  the  earth  his  mercy  reigns, 
And  reaches  to  the  utmo.1  fky  ; 

His  truth  to  endlefs  years  remains, 
When  lower  worlds  diflblve  and  die. 

6  Be  thou  exalted,  O  my  God, 
Above  the  heav'ns  where  angels  dwell; 
Thy  pow'r  on  earth  be  known  abroad, 
And  land  to  land  thy  wonders  tell. 

PSALM     58.     As  the  113th  Pfalm. 

Warning  to  Magijlrates. 
1    "FUDGES,  who  rule  the  world  by  laws, 
J    Will  ye  defpife  the  righteous  caufe, 

When  viieopprrfTion  waftes  the  land  ? 
Dare  ye  condemn  the  righteous  poor, 
And  let  rich  finners  'fcape  fecure, 

While  gold  and  greatnefs  bribe  your  hand ! 
£  Have  ye  forgot,  or  never  knew 
That  God  will  judge  the  judges  too  ? 

High  in  the  heav'ns  his  juitice  reigns  ; 
Yet  you  invade  the  righ's  of  God  ; 
And  fend  your  bold  decrees  abroad 
To  bind  the  conscience  in  your  chains* 
3  A  poifon'd  arrow  is  your  tongue, 
The  arrow  iharp.  the  poifon  (bong, 

And  death  attends  where'er  it  wounds; 
You  hear  110  counsels,  cries  or  tears; 
So  the  deaf  adder  itops  her  ears! 

Againfl  the  pow'r  ot  charming  founds. 


PSALM    LIX.  ii9 

a  Break  out  their  teeth,  eternal  God; 
Thofe  teeth  of  lions  dy'd  inbiood; 

And  crufh  the  ferpents  in  the  duff, 
As  empty  chaff,  when  whirlwinds  rife, 
Before  the  fwecping  tempeft  flies, 

So  let  their  hopes  and  names  be  loft. 
^  Th'  Almighty  thunders  from  the  fky, 
Their  grand'ur  melts,  their  titles  die, 

As  hills  of  fnow  diffoive  and  run, 
Or  fnails  that  perifh  in  their  flime, 
Or  births  that  come  before  their  time, 

Vain  births  that  never  fee  the  fun. 
6  Thus  fhall  the  veng'ance  of  the  Lord 
Safety  and  joy  to  faints  afford  ; 

And  all  that  hear  fhall  join  and  fay, 
"  Sure  there's  a  God  that  rules  on  high, 
"  A  God  that  hears  his  children  cry, 

"  And  will  their  fuff 'rings  well  repay.5* 

PSALM     59.     Short  Metre.  p 
Prayer/or  national  Deliverance* 

1  "C1  R  O  M  foes,  that  round  us  rife, 
J?     O  God  of  heav'n,  defend, 
Who  brave  the  veng'ance  of  the  fkies, 

And  with  thy  faints  contend. 

2  Behold,  from  diftant  fhores, 

And  defert  wilds  they  come, 
Combine  for  blood  their  barb'rous  force, 
And  thro'  thy  cities  roam. 

3  Beneath  the  filent  fhade, 

Their  facred  plots  they  lav, 
Our  peaceful  walls  by  night  invade, 
And  wafte  the  fields  by  day. 

4  And  will  the  God  of  grace, 

Regardlefs  of  our  pain, 
permit  fecure  that  impious  race, 


120  PSALM    LX. 

5  In  vain  their  fecret  guile, 

Or  open  force  they  prove ; 
His  eye  can  pierce  the  deepeft  veil, 
His  hand  their  ftrength  remove. 

6  Yet  fave  them,  Lord,  from  death, 

Left  we  forget  their  doom  ; 
But  drive  them  with  thine  angry  breath, 
Thro'  diftant  lands  to  roam. 

7  Then  fhall  our  grateful  voice 

Proclaim  our  guardian  God; 
The  nations  round  the  earth  rejoice, 
And  found  thy  praife  abroad. 
PSALM     6o.     Common  Metre. 
Looking  to  God  in  the  Dijlrefs  of  War. 
i    T    O  R  D  thou  haft  fcourg'd  our  guilty  land, 
X-J  Behoid  thy  people  mourn  ; 
Shall  veng'ance  ever  guide  thy  hand  ? 
And  mercy  ne'er  return  ? 

s  Beneath  the  terrors  of  thine  eye, 
Earth's  haughty  tow'rs  decay; 
Thy  frowning  mantle  fpreads  the  fky, 
And  mortals  melt  away. 

3  Our  Sion  trembles  at  thy  ftroke, 

And  dreads  thy  lifted  hand  ; 
Oil,  heal  the  people  thcu  haft  broke, 
And  fave  the  finking  land. 

4  Exalt  thy  banner  in  the  field, 

For  thofe  that  fear  thy  name  ; 
From  barb'rous  holts  our  nation  fhield, 
And  put  our  foes  to  fhame. 
$  Attend  our  armies  to  the  fight, 
And  be  their  guardian  God  ; 
In  vain  fhall  num'rous  pow'rs  unite, 
Againftthy  lifted  rod. 
6  Our  troops,  beneath  thy  guiding  hand, 
Shall  gain  a  glad  renown: 
'Tis  God  who  makes  the  feeble  ftand, 
And  treads  the  mighty  down. 


PSALM     LXI,  LXII.  131 

PSALM     6x.     Ver.  i~.g.     Short  Metre. 
Safety  in  God. 
I    TT7HEN  overwhelm'd  with  grief, 
VV       My  heart  within  me  dies, 
Kelplefs  and  far  from  all  relief 
To  heav'n  I  lift  mine  eyes, 
a  O  lead  me  to  the  rock 

That's  high  above  my  head, 
Arid  make  the  covert  of  thy  wings 
My  fhelter  and  my  fhade. 

3  Within  thy  prefence,  Lord, 

For  ever  I'll  abide  ; 
Thou  art  the  tow'r  of  my  defence, 
The  refuge  where  I  hide. 

4  Thou  giveft  me  the  lot 

Of  thofe  that  fear  thy  name; 
If  endlefs  life  be  their  reward, 
I  mall  poiTefs  the  fame. 

P  S  A  L  M     62.     Ver.     5 — 12,   Long  Metre. 

No  Trujl  in  the  Creatures ;  or,  Faith  in  Divine  Grace 

and  Potcer. 

1  1V/JY  fpirit  looks  to  God  alone; 
-IVJL     My  rock  and  refuge  is  his  throne; 
In  all  my  fears,  in  all  my  {traits, 

My  foul  on  his  falvation  waits. 

2  Truflhim,  ye  faints,  in  all  your  ways, 
Pour  out  your  hearts  before  his  face; 
When  helpers  fail,  and  foes  invade, 
God  is  our  all-fufncient  aid. 

3  Falfe  are  the  men  of  high  degree, 
The  bafer  fort  are  vanity  ; 

Laid  in  the  balance  both  appear 
Light  as  a  puff  of  empty  air. 

4  Mdke  not  incieanng  gold  your  trufr, 
Nor  fet  vour  hearts  on  glitt'ring  dull ; 
Why  will  you  grafp  the  fleeting  fmoke, 

•  And  not  believe  what  God  has  fooke  ? 


13^  PSALM    LXIII. 

5  Once  has  his  awful  voice  declar'd, 
Once  and  again  my  ears  have  heard, 
"   All  power  is  his  eternal  due  ;" 
He  muit  be  fear'd  and  truiled  too. 

6  For  fov'reign  pow'r  reigns  not  alone, 
Grace  is  a  partner  of  the  throne  : 
Thy  grace  and  juitice,  mighty  Lord, 
Shall  well  divide  our  laif.  reward. 

PSALM    63     Vcr.    ,,  „  5,  ft        f ,  ?  p 
Common  Metre. 
The  Morning  of  a  Lord's  Day. 
1  "pARLY,  my  God,  without  delay, 
llu     I  hafte  to  feek  thy  face  ; 
My  thirfty  fpirit  faints  away 
Without  thy  cheering  grace. 
%  So  pilgrims  on  the  fcorching  fand 
Beneath  a  burning  fky, 
Long  for  3.  cooling  ftream  at  hand, 
And  they  muft  drink  or  die. 

3  I've  feen  thy  glory  and  thy  pow'r 

Thro'  all  thy  temple  fhine  ; 
My  God,  repeat  that  heav'nly  hour, 
That  vifion  fo  divine. 

4  Not  all  the  bleflings  of  a  feaft 

Can  pleafe  my  foul  fo  well, 

As  wh  n  thy  richer  grace  I  tafic, 

And  in  thy  prefence  dwell. 

5  Not  life  itfelf  with  allies  joys, 

Can  my  beQ  paffions  move, 
Or  raife  fo  high  my  cheerful  voice, 
As  thy  forgiving  love. 

6  Thus  till  my  (aft  expiring  day 

I'll  bled  mv  God  and  King; 
Thus  will  I  lift  my  hands  to  prav, 
And  tune  my  lips  to  fing. 


PSALM    LXIII.  133 

PSALM  63.  Ver.  6—10.  Second  Part.  Com.  Metre, 
Midnight  Thoughts  recollecled. 

1  *np  WAS  in  the  watches  of  the  night 

JL     I  thought  upon  thy  pow'r, 
1  kept  thy  lovely  face  in  fight 
Amidft  the  darkeft  hour. 

2  Myflefh  lay  lefting  on  my  bed, 

My  foul  arofe  on  high ; 
My  God,  my  life,  my  hope,  I  faid, 
Bring  thy  falvation  nigh. 

3  My  fpirit  labours  up  thine  hill, 

And  climbs  the  heav'nly  road  ; 
But  thy  right  hand  upholds  me  ftill, 
While  I  purfue  my  God. 

4  Thy  mercy  ftretches  o'er  my  head 

The  fhadow  of  thy  wings;" 
My  heart  rejoices  in  thine  aid, 
My  tongue  awakes  and  fings. 
,5  But  the  deftroyers  of  my  peace 
Shall  fret  and  rage  in  vain  ; 
The  tempter  fhall  for  ever  ceafe, 
And  all  my  fins  be  {lain. 
6  Thy  fword  fhall  give  my  foes  to  death, 
Andfend  them  down  to  dwell 
In  the  dark  caverns  of  the  earth, 
Or  in  the  deeps  of  hell. 

PSALM     63.     Long  Metre. 
Longing  after  God;  or,  The  Love  of  God  better  than  Life. 
a    S~*\  REAT  God,  indulge  my  humbleclaim, 

\JX  Thou  art  my  hope,  my  joy,  my  reft; 

The  glories  that  compofe  thy  name 

Stand  all  engag'd  to  make  me  bleft. 
2  Thou  great  and  good,  thou  jufi  and  wife, 

Thou  art  my  Father  and  mv  God; 

And  I  am  thine  by  facred  ties ; 

Thy  ion,  thy  fervant  bought  with  blood, 
F 


i34  PSALM     LXIII. 

3  With  heart,  and  eyes,  and  lifted  hands 
For  thee  I  long,  to  thee  I  look, 

As  travellers  in  thirfty  lands 
Pant  for  the  cooling  water  brook. 

4  With  early  feet  I  love  t'  appear 
Among  the  faints,  and  feek  thy  face  ; 
Oft  have  I  feen  thy  glory  there, 

And  fell  the  pow'r  of  fov'reign  grace. 

5  Not  fruits,  nor  wines  that  tempt  our  tafte, 
No  pleafures  that  to  fenfe  belong, 
Could  make  me  fo  divinely  bleft, 

Or  raife  fo  high  my  cheerful  fong. 

6  My  life  itfelf  without  thy  love 
^*Jo  tafle  or  plcafure  could  afford  ; 
WTwoula  but  a  tirefome  burden  prove, 

]f  I  were  banifh'd  from  the  Lord. 

1    Amid  ft  the  wakeful  hours  of  night, 
When  bufy  cares  affii£l  my  head, 
One  thought  of  thee  gives  new  delight, 
And  adds  refrefhment  to  my  bed. 

8  I'll  lift  my  hands,  I'll  raife  my  voice, 
While  I  have  breath  to  pray  or  praife  \ 
This  work  fnall  make  my  heart  rejoice, 
And  blcfs  the  remnant  of  my  days. 

PSALM     63.     Short  Metre. 
Seeking  God. 
1    Ti  /TY  God,  permit  my  torque 
IV J.     This  joy,  to  call  thee  mine  ; 
And  let  my  eariy  cries  prevail 
To  tafle  thy  love  divine. 
1  My  thirfty  fainting  foul 

Thy  mercy  does  implore : 
Not  travellers  in  defert  lands 
Can  pant  for  water  more. 
3  Within  thy  churches.  Lord, 
I  long  to  find  my  place, 
Thy  pow'r  and  glory  to  behold, 
And  fal  thy  quick'ning  grace. 


PSALM    LXIV.  135 

4  For  life  without  thy  love 

No  relifh  can  afford ; 
Nojoycaa  be'oompar'd  with  this, 
To  ferve  and  pleaie  the  Lord. 

5  To  thee  I'll  lift  my  hands, 

And  praife  thee  while  I  live; 
Not  the  rich  dainties  of  a  feaft 
Such  food  or  pleafure  give. 

6  In  wakeful  hours  of  night, 

I  call  my  God  to  mind; 
I  think  how  wife  thy  counfels  are, 
And  all  thy  dealings  kind. 

7  Since  thou  haft  been  my  help, 

To  thee  my  fpirit  flies, 
And  on  thy  watchful  providence, 
My  cheerful  hope  relies. 

8  The  fhadow  of  thy  wings, 

My  foul  in  fafety  keeps : 
I  follow  where  my  Father  leads, 
And  he  fupports  my  fteps. 

P  S  A  L  M     64.     Long  Metre. 

1  /""^  RE  AT  God,  attend  to  my  complaint, 
K_J   Nor  let  my  drooping  fpirit  faint; 
When  foes  in  fecret  fpread  the  fnare, 

Let  myfalvation  be  thy  care. 

2  Shield  me  without  and  guard  within, 
From  treach'rous  foes  and  deadly  fin; 
May  envy,  Iuft,  and  pride  depart, 
And  heav'nly  grace  expand  my  heart. 

3  Thy  juflicand  thy  pow'r  difplay, 
And  Scatter  far  thy  foes  away; 
While  liil'ning  nations  learn  thy  word, 
And  faints  triumphant  blefs  the  Lord. 

4  Then  {hall  thy  church  exalt  her  voice, 
And  all  that  love  thy  name  rejoice; 
By  faith  approach  thine  awful  ihrone, 
And  plead  the  merits  of  thy  Son, 

1 2. 


136  P  S  A  L  M     LXV. 

PSALM  65.  Ver.  1—5.  Firfl  Part.  Long  Metre. 
Public  Prayer  and  Praife. 

1  '  \  T-1E  praife  of  Sion  waits  for  thee, 

X     My  God;  and  praife  becomes  thy  houfe ; 
There  fhall  thy  faints  thy  glory  fee, 
And  there  perform  their  public  vows. 

2  O  thou  whole  mercy  bends  the  fkies 
To  fave  when  humble  finners  pray; 
All  lands  to  thee  fhall  lift  their  eyes, 
And  ev'ry  yielding  heart  obey. 

3  Againft  my  will  my  fins  prevail, 
But  grace  fhall  purge  away  the  fbin : 

The  blood  of  Chrift  will  never  fail 
To  wafh  my  garments  whiteagain. 
Jfelefl  is  the  man  whom  thou  fhalt  choofe, 
And  give  him  kindaccefsto  thee; 
Give  him  a  place  within  thy  houfe, 
To  tafle  thy  love  divinely  free. 
Pause. 

5  Let  Babel  fear  when  Sion  prays; 
Babel  prepare  for  longdiftrefs, 
WhenSion's  Godhimfelf  arrays 
In  terror  and  in  righteoufnefs. 

6  With  dreadful  glory  God  fulfils 
What  his  afili&ed  faints  rcqueft  ; 
And  with  almighty  wrath  reveals 
His  love  to  give  his  churches  reft. 

7  Then  fhall  the  flocking  nations  run 
To  Sign's  hill  and  own  their  Lord  ; 
The  riTng  and  the  fettingfun 
Shall  fee  the  Saviour's  name  ador'd. 

PSALM  65.    Ver.  5-1.3.  Second  Part.  Long  Metre. 

Divine  Providence  in  Air,  Earth  and  Sea  ;  or,  the 

God  of  Nature  and  Grace. 

THE  God  of  our  falvation  hears 
The  groans  of  Sion  mix'd  with  tears ; 
Yet  when  he  comes  with  kind  defjgns, 
Thro'  all  the  way  his  terror  fhincs. 


PSALM     LXV. 

t  On  him  the  race  of  man  depends. 
Far  as  the  earth's  remoteft  ends, 
Where  the  Creator's  name  is  known, 
By  nature's  feeble  light  alone. 

3  Sailors  that  travel  o'er  the  flood, 
Addrefs  their  frighted  fouls  to  God, 
When  tempefts  rage  and  billows  roar 
At  dreadful  diitance  from  the  fhore. 

4  He  bids  the  noify  tempefts  ceafe  : 
He  calms  the  raging  crowd  to  peace, 
When  a  tumult'ous  nation  raves 
Wild  as  the  winds,  and  loud  as  waves. 

§  Whole  kingdoms  fhaken  by  the  florin, 
He  fettles  in  a  peaceful  form  ; 
Mountains  eftablifh'd  by  his  hand 
Firm  on  their  old  foundations  ft  a  ad. 

6  Behold  his  enfigns  fweep  the  fky, 
New  comets  blaze  and  lightnings  fly  ; 
The  heathen  lands  with  fwift  furprife, 
From  the  blight  horrors  turn  their  eyes, 

7  At  his  command  the  morning  ray 
Smiles  in  the  eaft,  and  leads  the  day, 
He  guides  the  fun's  declining  wheels 
Over  the  tops  of  weftern  hills. 

8  Seafons  and  times  obey  his  voice  5 
The  ev'ning  and  the  morn  rejoice 

To  fee  the  earth  made  ibft  with  fhow'rSj 

Laden  with  fruit  and  dreft  in  flow'rs. 
q  'Tis  from  his  wat'ry  {lores  on  high, 

He  gives  the  thirfty  ground  fupply  : 
•  He  walks  upon  the  clouds,  and  thsnc* 

Doth  his  enriching  drops  difpenfe. 
10   The  defert  grows  a  fruitful  field, 

Abundant  fruit  the  vallics  yield  ; 

The  va;lies  fhout  with  cheerful  voice, 

And  neighb'ring  hills  rcpea:  their  joyfe* 

1  a 


i3S  PSALM    LXV. 

11  The  pafturesfmile  in  green  array, 
There  lambs  and  larger  caule  play  ; 
The  larger  cattle  and  the  lamb, 
Each  in  his  language  fpeaksthy  name. 

12  Thy  works  pronounce  thy  pow'r  divine; 
O'er  ev'ry  field  thy  glories  fhine; 
Thro'  ev'ry  month  thy  gifts  appear  : 
Great  God,  thy  goodnefs  crowns  the  year  ! 

PSALM     65.     Firjl  Part.     Common    Metre. 

A  ?r ay er -hearing  God,  and  the  Gentiles  called. 

1  T)RAISE  waits  in  Sion,  Lord,  for  thee, 
X       There  fhall  our  vows  be  paid  ; 
Thou  haft  an  ear  when  Tinners  pray, 

All  flefti  fhall  feek  thine  aid. 

2  Lord,  our  iniquities  prevail, 

But  pard'ning  grace  is  thine, 
And  thou  wilt  grant  us  pow'r  and  fkill 
To  conquer  ev'ry  fin. 

3  Bleft  are  the  men  whom  thou  wilt  choofe 

To  bring  them  near  thy  face, 
Give  them  a  dwelling  in  thine  houfe, 
Tofeaflupon  thy  grace. 

4  In  anfw'ring  what  thy  church  requefts, 

Thy  truth  and  terror  fhine, 
And  works  of  dreadful  righteoufnefs, 
Fulfil  thy  kind  defign. 

5  Thus  fhall  the  wond'ring  nations  fee 

The  Lord  is  good  and  juft  ; 
And  diltant  ifiands  fly  to  thee, 
And  make  thy  name  their  truft. 

6  They  dread  thy  glitt'ring  tokens,  Lord, 

When  figns  ii  h^av'a  aopear; 
But  the)  ftiall  learn  thy  holy  word, 
And  love  as  well  as  fear. 


PSALM    LXV.  139 

PSALM     65.     Second  Part.     Common  Metre, 

The  Providence  cf  God  in  Air,  Earth  and  Sea  ;  or, 
ike  Blejfingi  of  Rain. 
a  'HP  I  S  by  thy  ftrength  the  mountains  (land, 
X       God  of  eternal  pow'r  ; 
The  fea  grows  calm  at  thy  command, 
■And  tempefts  ceafe  to  roar. 

2  Thy  morning  light  and  ev'uingfhade 

Succefflve  comforts  bring ; 
Thy  plenteous  fruits  make  harveft  glad, 
Thy  flow'rs  adorn  the  fpring. 

3  Seafons  and  times,  and  moons  and  hours, 

Heav'n,  earth  and  air  are  thine; 
When  clouds  diftil  in  fruitful  fhow'rs, 
The  author  is  divine. 

4  Thofe  wand'ring  cifterns  in  the  fky 

Borne  by  the  winds  around, 
Whofe  wat'ry  treafures  well  fupply 

The  furrows  of  the  ground. 
g  The  thirfty  ridges  drink  their  fill, 

And  ranks  of  corn  appear  ; 
Thy  ways  abound  with  bleflings  ftill, 

Thy  goodnefs  crowns  the  year. 

PSALM     65.     Third  Part.     Common  Metre. 

The  Blejings  of  the  Spring  ;  or,  God  gives  Rain, 
A  Pfalm  for  the  Hufoandman. 
1    /"^  O  O  D  is  the  Lord,  the  heav'nly  King, 
VJT      Who  makes  the  earth  his  care  ; 
Vifits  the  paftures  ev'ry  fpring, 
And  bids  the  grafs  appear. 
&  The  clouds  like  rivers  rais'd  on  high. 
Pour  our  at  his  command 
Their  wat'ry  bieilings  from  the  fky, 
To  cheer  che  thii  fly  land. 
F  4 


140  PSALM     LXVI, 

3  The  foften'd  ridges  of  the  field 

Permit  the  corn  to  fpring  : 

The  vallies  rich  provifion  yield, 

And  the  poor  lab'rers  fing. 

4  The  little  hills  on  every  fide 

Rejoice  at  falling  fhow'rs, 
The  meadows  drefs'd  in  beauteous  pride 
Perfume  the  air  with  flow'rs. 

5  The  barren  clods  refrefh'd  with  rain 

Pi  omife  ajoyf id  crop  ; 
The  parched  grounds  look  green  again, 
And  raifethe  reaper's  hope, 

6  The  various  months  thy  goodnefs  crowns, 

How  bounteous  are  thy  ways  ! 
The  bleating  flocks  fpread  o'er  the  downs, 
And  fhepherds  fhout  thy  praife. 

PSALM    66,     Firjl  Part.     Common  Metre. 

Governing  Pozcer  and  Goodnefs ;  or,  our  Grace  tried 
by  Affliction. 

i    QING,  all  ye  nations  to  the  Lord, 
O     Sing  with  a  joyful  noife; 
With  melody  of  found  record 
His  honours  and  your  joys. 
2  Say  to  the  Pow'r  that  form'd  the  fky, 
"  How  terrible  art  thou  ! 
»  Sinners  before  thy  prefence  fly, 
"  Or  at  thy  feet  they  bow." 
§  [Come  fee  the  wonders  of  our  God, 
How  glorious  are  his  ways  ? 
In  IvJoies'  hand  he  put  the  rod, 
And  clave  the  frighted  feas. 
^  He  made  the  ebbing  channel  dry, 
While  Ifr'el  pafs'd  the  flood; 
There  did  the  church  begin  their  joy4- 
And  triumph  in  their  God.] 


HALM    LXVI.  142 

g  Me  rules  by  his  refiftlefs  might : 
Will  rebel-mortals  dare 
Provoke  th'  Eternal  to  the  fight, 
And  tempt  that  dreadful  war  ? 
6  Oh  blefs  our  God,  and  never  ceafe ; 
Ye  faints,  fulfil  his  praife  ; 
He  keeps  our  life,  maintains  our  peace, 
And  guides  our  doubtful  ways. 
"]  Lord,  thou  haft  prov'd  our  fuff'ring  foulsj 
To  make  our  graces  fhine  ; 
So  filver  bears  the  burning  coals, 
The  metal  to  refine. 
8  Thro'  wat'ry  deeps  and  fiery  ways 
We  march  at  thy  command, 
Led  to  poffefs  the  promis'd  place 
By  thine  unerring  hand. 
PSALM  66.  Ver.  13—22.  Second  Part  Com.  Me^ra 
Praife  to  God  for  hearing  Prayer. 

1  1SJ  2- WL(hail  "^  foIemn  vows  be  paid 
1  >|    To  that  Almighty  Pow'r, 

That  heard  the  long  requefts  I  made 

In  my  diftrefsful  hour. 

2  My  lips  and  cheerful  heart  prepare 

To  make  his  mercies  known  : 
Come  ye  that  fear  my  God,  and  hear 
The  wonders  he  has  done. 

3  When  on  my  head  huge  forrows  fell, 

I  fought  the  heav'nly  aid  • 
He  fav'd  my  finking  foul  from  hell, 
And  death's  eternal  fhade. 

4  If  fin  lay  cover'd  in  my  heart 

While  pray'remploy'd  my  tongue; 
The  Lord  had  fhown  me  no  regard, 
Nor  I  his  praifes  fang. 

5  But  God  (his  name  be  ever  bleft) 

Was  let  my  fpirir  free  • 

Ivor  tura'd  his  heart  from  me 
F.5 


142    PSALM    LXVII,  LXVIII. 
PSALM    67.     Common  Metre. 
The  Nation's  Profperity,  and  the  Church's  Increafe. 
i    CHINE,  mighty  God,  on  Sion  fhine, 
O    With  beams  of  heav'nly  grace; 
Reveal  thy  pow'r  thro'  all  our  coafts, 
And  fhow  thy  fmiling  face. 

2  [Arnidft  our  realm  exalted  high 

Do  thou  our  glory  ftand, 
And  like  a  wall  of  guardian  fire 
Surround  the  fav'rite  land. J 

3  When  fhall  thy  name  from  fhore  to  more 

Sound  all  the  earth  abroad; 
And  diflant  nations  know  and  love 
Their  Saviour  and  their  God. 

4  Sing  to  the  Lord,  ye  diftant  lands, 

Sing  lend  with  folemn  voice; 
Letev'ry  tongue  exalt  his  praife, 

And  ev'ry  heart  rejoice. 
$  He,  the  great  Lord,  the  fov'reign  Judge, 

That  fits  enthron'd  above, 
In  wifdom  rules  the  worlds  he  made, 

And  bids  them  tafte  his  love. 
6  Earth  fhall  obey  his  high  command, 

And  yield  a  full  increafe  : 
Our  God  will  crown  his  chofen  land 

With  fruiifulneis  a:;d  peace. 

j  God,  the  Redeemer  fcatters  round 
His  choiceft  favours  here, 
While  the  creation's  utmoft  bound 
Shall  fee,  adore,  and  fear. 

PSALM  68.  Ver.  1-6,32.35.  FirJ  Part.  Long  Metre. 

Tin  Vengea.TtU.md  compajfion  of  God. 
1   T    LT  God  arife  in  all  his  might, 

JL;   And  put  the  troops  of  hell  to  flight; 

>\s  fmoke*  that  fought  to  cloud  the  fkies 

Jlcfore  the  rifing  tempelt  lilies. 


PSALM    LXVIII  143 

2  [He  comes  array'd  in  burning  flames; 
Juftice  and  veng'ance  are  his  names  : 
Behold  his  fainting  foes  expire 
Like  melting  wax  before  the  fire.] 

3  He  rides  and  thunders  thro'  the  fky  ; 
His  name  Jehovah  founds  on  high  : 
Sing  to  his  name  ye  fons  of  grace ; 
Ye  faints  rejoice  before  his  face. 

4  The  widow  and  the  fatherlefs 
Fly  to  his  aid  in  fharp  diftrefs; 
In  him  the  poor  and  helplefs  find 
A  Judge  that's  juft,  a  Father  kind. 

5  He  breaks  the  Captive's  heavy  chain, 
And  pris'ners  fee  the  light  again; 
But  rebels  that  difpute  his  will, 

Shall  dwell  in  chains  and  darknefs  ftill. 
€  Kingdoms  and  thrones  to  God  belong; 
Crown  him,  ye  nations,  in  your  fong  : 
His  wond'roas  names  and  pow'rsrehearfe, 
His  honours  mall  enrich  your  verfe. 

7  He  fhakes  the  heav'ns  with  loud  alarms; 
How  terrible  is  God  in  arms  ! 

In  Ifr'el  are  his  mercies  known, 
Ifr'el  is  his  peculiar  throne. 

8  Proclaim  him  king,  pronounce  him  bleft ; 
He's  your  defence,  your  joy,  your  reft  : 
When  terrors  rife,  and  nations  faint, 
God  is  the  ftrength  of  ev'ry  faint. 

PSALM  68.  Ver.  17,  18.  Second  Part.  Long  Metre, 

drift's  Jfcenjion,  and  the  Gift  of  the  Spirit. 
I    T    ORD  when  thou  didft  afcend  on  high, 

-L-rf  Ten  thoufand  angels  fill  the  fky ; 

Thofe  heav'nly  guards  around  thee  wait. 

Like  chariots  that  attend  thy  ftate. 
£  Not  Sinai's  mountain  could  appear 

More  glorious  when  the  Lord  was  there; 

While  he  pronoune'd  his  dreadful  law, 

And  ftruck  the  chofen  tribes  with  awe. 


*44  PSALM    LXVIII. 

S  Hew  bright  the  triumph  none  can  tell' 
W  hen  the  rebellious  pow'rs  of  hell, 
That  thoufand  fouls  had  captive  ma'de, 
Were  all  in  chains  like  captives  led. 

4  Rais'd  by  his  Father  to  the  throne, 
He  fent  his  promis'd  Spirit  down, 
"With  gifts  and  grace  for  rebel-men, 
That  God  might  dwell  on  earth  again. 

PSALM    68.    Third  Part.  Vcr.  j9,  9,  so,  tl,  22. 

Long  Metre. 

fraije  for  Temporal  Elcjjings  ;  or,  Common  and  Special 
Mercies. 

J   \A7  E  blerS  the  Lord'  theJuft>  the  good, 

iitl         Who  fil!s  our  hearts  with  heav'nly  food  ; 

Who  poms  his  blefiings  from  the  fkies 

And  loads  our  days  with  rich  fupplies. 
2.  He  fends  his  fun  his  circuit  round, 

To  cheer  the  fruits  to  warm  the  ground  ; 

He  bids  the  clouds  with  plenteous  rain 

Rcfrcfh  the  thirfty  earth  again. 
$  'Tis  to  his  care  we  owe  our  breath, 

And  all  our  near  efcapes  from  death  : 

Safety  and  health  to  God  belong; 

He  heals  the  weak,  and  guards  the  flrong. 

4  He  makes  the  faint  and  finner  prove 
The  common  blefiings  of  his  love; 
But  the  wide  diff'rence  that  remains, 
Is  endiefs  joy,  or  endlefs  pains. 

5  The  Lord  that  bruis'd  the  ferpent's  head, 
On  all  the  ferpent's  feed  fhall  tread, 
The  vlubborn  finner'e  hope  confound, 
And  feiite  him  with  a  lading  wound. 

£  But  his  right  hand  his  faints  fhall  raife 
From  the  deep  earth  or  deeper  feas, 
And  bring  them  to  his  courts  above ; 
There  mall  they  tafte  his  fpecial  love. 


PSALM     LXIX.  "Us 

PSALM  69.  Ver.  1—14.  Firjl  Part.  Com.  Metre 
The  Sufferings  of  Chrijifor  our  Salvation. 

1  »    Q  A  V  £  me,  O  God,  the  fwelling  floods 

l^   "  Break  in  upon  my  foul ; 
"  I  fink,  and  forrows  o'er  my  head 
"  Like  mighty  waters  roll. 

2  "  I  cry  till  all  my  voice  is  gone, 

"  In  tears  I  wafie  the  day  : 
li  My  God,  behold  my  longing  eyes, 
"  And  fhorten  thy  delay. 

3  "  They  hate  my  foul  without  a  caufe, 

"  And  ftill  their  number  grows 
"  More  than  the  hairs  around  my  head, 
"  And  mighty  are  my  foes. 

4  "  'Twas  then  1  paid  that  dreadful  debt 

"  That  men  could  never  pay, 
"  And  gave  thofe  honours  to  thy  law 
«  Which  finners  took  away. 

5  "  Thus  in  the  great  Mefiiah's  name, 

«  The  royal  prophet  mourns  ; 
"  Thus  he  awakes  our  hearts  to  grief, 
«  And  gives  us  joy  by  turns. 

6  "  Now  fhall  the  faints  rejoice  and  find 

"  Salvation  in  my  name, 
"  For  I  have  borne  their  heavy  load 
"  Of  forrow,  pain,  and  fhame. 

7  "  Grief  like  a  garment  cloath'd  me  roundj 

"  And  fackcloth  was  my  drefs, 
M  While  I  procur'd  for  naked  fouls 
'*  A  robe  of  righteoufnefs. 

8  "  Amongft  my  brethren  and  the  Jews 

"  I  like  a  ftranger  flood, 
"  And  bore  their  vile  reproach  to  bring 

"  The  Gentiles  near  to  God. 
q  "  I  came  in  finful  mortals  ftead 

"  To  do  my  Father's  will: 
(i  Yet  when  I  cleans'd  my  Father's  houfe3 

«  They  fcandaliz'd.  my  seal, 


H*  PSALM    LXIX. 

10  M  My  fadings  and  my  holy  groans 

"  Were  made  the  drunkard's  fong; 
"  But  God  from  his  celeftial  throne 
"  Heard  my  complaining  tongue. 

11  «  He  fav'd  me  from  the  dreadful  deep, 
"  Where  fears  befet  me  round; 

"  He  rais'd  and  nx'd  my  finking  feet 
11  On  well-eftablifh'd  ground. 

12  (i  'Twas  in  a  mod  accepted  hour, 

"  My  pray'r  arofe  on  high, 
«  And  for  my  fake  my  God  fhall  hear 
"  The  dying  finner's  cry." 

P  S  A  L  M  69.  Ver.  14,  21 ,  26,  29,  32.  Second  Part. 
Common  Metre. 

The  Pajfwn  and  Exaltation  of  Chrijl. 

1  1\T  °  w  let  our  lips  w"^  n(%fcar 

1  >l    And  mournful  pleafures  fine 
The  fuff'ringsof  our  great  High-Priefr, 
The  forrows  of  our  King. 

2  He  finks  in  floods  of  deep  diftrefs; 

How  high  the  waters  rife! 
While  to  his  heav'nly  Father's  ear 
He  fends  perpetual  cries. 

3  "  Hear  me,  O  Lord,  and  fave  thy  Son, 

"   Nor  hide  thy  fhining  face; 
»  Why  would  thyfav'rite  look  like  one 
"  Forfaken  of  thy  grace  ? 

4  "  With  rage  they  perfecute  the  man 

"  That  groans  beneath  thy  wound, 
u  While  for  afacrifice  I  pour 
"  My  life  upon  the  ground. 
£  "  They  tread  my  honour  to  the  duft, 
"  And  laugh  when  I  complain; 
"  Their  fharp  infuiting  fianders  add 
*'  Frefh  anguifh  to  my  pain, 


PSALM    LXIX.  147 

o  *  All  my  reproach  is  known  to  thee, 
"  The  fcandal  and  the  fhame; 
«  Reproach  has  broke  my  bleeding  hear* 
"  And  lies  defil'd  my  name.       g  ' 

7  "  I  look'd  for  pity,  but  in  vain; 

"  My  kindred  are  my  grief; 
"  I  afk  my  friends  for  comfort  round, 
"  But  meet  with  no  relief. 

8  "  With  vinegar  they  mock  my  thirft 

11  They  give  me  gall  for  food ;         ' 
«  And  iporting  with  my  dying  groans, 
I  hey  triumph  in  my  blood. 

9  "  Shine  into  my  diftreffed  foul 

"  Let  thy  companion  favej    ' 
«  And  iho'  my  flefh  fink  down  to  death, 

"  Redeem  it  from  the  grave. 
io  «  I  fhall  arife  to  praife  thv  name, 

«  Shall  reign  in  worlds  unknown; 
"  And  thy  falvation,  O  my  God, 

"  Shall  feat  me  on  thy  throne." 

PSALM     69.     Third  Part.  Common  Metre. 

Chrijl's   Obedience  and  Death  ;  or,   God  glorified  and 
tinners faved. 

1    F  t  ?,  Hr  E  R  'e  l  f,ng  th?  «™d'rou.  grace, 
A.     I  b!efs  my  Saviour's  name, 

He  bought  falvation  for  the  poor 

And  bore  the  fmner's  fhame. 
a  His  deep  diftrefs  has  rais'd  us  high, 

His  duty  and  his  zeal 
FuifiI'd  the  law  which  mortals  broke, 

And  fini[b'd  all  thy  will. 
3  His  dying  groans,  his  living  fongs 

Shall  better  pleafe  my  God, 
Than  harp  or  trumpet's  folemn  found, 

Than  goats  or  bullock's  blood. 


148  PSALM    LXDC. 

4  This  (hall  his  humble  follow'rs  fee, 

And  fet  their  hearts  at  reft  ; 
They  b>  his  death  draw  near  to  thee, 
And  live  forever  bleft. 

5  Let  heav'n  and  all  that  dwell  on  high 

To  God  their  voices  raife, 
While  lands  and  feas  affift  the  fky, 
And  join  t'  advance  his  praife. 

6  Sion  is  thine,  moft  holy  God, 

Thy  Son  fhall  blefs  her  gates ; 
And  glory  purchas'd  by  his  blood 
For  thine  own  Ifr'el  waits. 

PSALM     69.     Fiijl  Part.  Long  Metre* 

Chrijfs  Pajfwn  and  Sinners  Salvation. 

1  Tpv  E  E  P  in  our  hearts  let  us  record 
£_J  The  deeper  forrows  of  ourLo:d, 
Behold  the  rifing  billows  roll 

To  overwhelm  his  holy  foul. 

2  In  long  complaints  he  fpends  his  breath. 
While  hofts  of  hell,  and  pow'rs  of  death, 
And  all  the  fons  of  malice  join 

To  execute  their  curft  defign. 

3  Yet,  gracious  God.  thy  pow'r  and  love 
Kas  made  the  curfe  a  bleffing  prove ; 
Thore  dreadful  fuff 'rings  of  thy  Son 
Aton'd  for  crimes  which  we  had  done. 

4  The  pangs  of  our  expiring  Lord 
The  honours  of  thy  law  reftor'd  : 
His  forrows  made  thy  juftlce  known, 
And  paid  for  follies  not  his  own. 

5  Oh  for  his  fake  our  guilt  forgive, 
And  let  the  mourning  (inner  live: 
The  Lord  will  hear  us  in  his  name, 
Nor  fhall  our  hope  beturn'd  to  fhvv?r 


PSALM    LXIX,  LXX.         i49 

P  S  A  L  M  69.  Ver.  7,  &c.  Second  Part.  Long  Metre- 
Cktijl's  Sufferings  and  Zeal. 

1  ,rpWAS  for  our  fake  eternal  God, 

A       Thy  Son  fufhin'd  that  heavy  load 
Of  bafe  reproach  and  fore  difgrace, 
While fhame  defil'd  his  facred  face, 

2  The  Jews  his  brethren  and  his  kin, 
Abus'd  the  man  that  check'd  their  fin  : 
While  he  fulfilled  thy  holy  laws, 
They  hate  him,  but  without  a  caufe. 

3  "  [My  Father's  houfe,"  faid  he,  "  was  made 
"  A  place  for  worfhip,  not  for  trade  ; " 

Then  fcatt'ring  all  their  gold  and  brafs, 
He  fcourg'd  the  merchants  from  the  place.] 

4  [Zeal  for  the  temple  of  his  God 
Confum'd  his  life,  expos'd  his  blood  : 
Reproaches  at  thyglQry  thrown, 

Ke  felt  and  mourn'd  them  as  his  own.] 

5  [His  friends  forfook,  his  follow 'rs  fled, 
While  foes  and  arms  furround  his  head; 
They  curfe  him  with  a  fland'rous  tongue, 
And  the  falie judge  maintains  the  wrong.  J 

6  His  life  they  load  with  hateful  lies, 
And  charge  his  lips  with  blafphemies  : 
They  nail  him  to  the  fhameful  tree  ; 
There  hung  the  man  that  dy'd  for  me. 

7  But  God  beheld,  and  from  his  throne 
Marks  out  the  men  that  hate  his  Son  : 
The  hand  that  rais'd  him  from  the  dead, 
Shall  pour  the  veng'ance  on  their  head. 

PSALM     70.     Common  Metre; 
Protection  againjl  perfonal  Enemies, 
1   T  N^hafte,  O  God,  attend  my  call, 
X.   Nor  hear  my  cries  in  vain  ; 
Oh  let  thy  fpeed  prevent  ray  fail,. 
And  ftUl  my  hope  fuftajn, 


150  PSALM    LXXI. 

2  When  foes  infidious  wound  my  name, 

And  tempt  my  foul  aflrav, 
Then  let  them  fall  with  lading  fhame, 
To  theirownp'ots  a  prey. 

3  While  all  that  love  thy  name  rejoice, 

And  glory  in  thy  word, 
In  thy  falvation  raife  their  voice, 
And  magnify  the  Lord. 

4  O  thou  my  help  in  time  of  need, 

Behold  my  fore  difmay; 
In  pity  haften  to  my  aid, 
Nor  let  thy  grace  delay. 

PSALM  71.  Ver.  5-9.   Firji  Part.  Com.  Metre. 

The  aged  Saint's  Reflexion  and  Hope, 

1  TV  /T  Y  God,  my  everlafting  hope, 
J.VI.   I  live  upon  thy  truth; 

Thine  hands  have  held  my  childhood  up, 
And  flrengthen'd  all  my  youth. 

2  My  fiefh  wasfafnion'd  by  thy  pow'r 

With  all  thefe  limbs  of  mine  ; 
And  from  my  mother's  painful  hour 
I've  been  entirely  thine. 

3  Still  has  my  life  new  wonders  feen 

Repeated  ev'ry  year; 
Behold  my  days  that  yet  remain, 
1  trull  them  to  thy  care. 

4  Caft  me  not  off  when  ftrength  declines, 

When  hoary  hairs  arife; 
And  round  me  let  thy  glory  fhine, 
When'er  thy  fervent  dies. 

5  Then  in  the  hill'iy  of  my  age, 

When  men  review  my  days, 
They'll  read  thy  love  in  ev'ry  page, 
In  ev'ry  line  thy  praife. 


PSALM    LXXI.  151 

PSALM  71.  Ver,  14,  15, 16,  23,  24,  25.  Second  Part. 
Common  Metre. 
Chrijl  our  Strength  and  Righteoufnefs \ 
1    TV  yf  Y  Saviour,  my  almighty  Friend, 
XVJL   When  I  begin  thy  praife, 
Where  will  the  growing  numbers  end, 
The  numbers  of  thy  grace  ? 
s  Thou  art  my  everlafting  truft, 
Thy  goodnefs  I  adore  ; 
And  fince  I  knew  thy  graces  firft 
I  fpeak  thy  glories  more. 

3  My  feet  fhall  travel  all  the  length 

Of  the  celeftial  road, 
And  march  with  courage  in  thy  ftrength 
To  fee  my  Father  God. 

4  When  I  am  fill'd  with  fore  diftrefs 

For  fome  furprifing  fin, 
I'll  plead  thy  perfect  righteoufaefs, 
Aud  mention  none  but  thine. 

5  How  will  my  lips  rejoice  to  tell 

The  vicVriesof  my  King! 
My  foul  redeem* d  from  fin  and  hell, 
Shall  thy  falvation  fing. 

6  [My  tongue  fhall  all  the  day  proclaim 

My  Saviour  and  my  God, 
His  death  has  brought  my  foes  to  fhame, 
And  fav'd  me  by  his  blood. 
*]  Awake,  awake,  my  tuneful  pow'rs ; 
With  this  delightful  fong 
I'll  entertain  the  darkeit  hours, 
Nor  think  the  feafon  long.  J 
PSALM  71.  Ver.  17—21.  Third  Part.  Com.  Metre* 
The  aged  Christian's  Prayer  and  Song;  or,    Old  Aget 

Death  and  the  Refurreftion. 
1   S~*  O  D  of  my  childhood,  and  my  youth, 
V_T  The  guide  of  all  my  days, 
3  have  declar'dthy  heav'nly  truth, 
And  told  thy  wond'rous  ways* 


15*  PSALM     LXXII. 

a  Wilt  thou  forfake  my  hoary  hairs, 
And  leave  my  fainting  heart  ? 
Who  fhall  fuftaiu  my  linking  years 
If  God  my  flrength  depart  ? 

3  Let  me  thy  pow'r  and  truth  proclaim 

Before  the  riling  age, 
And  leave  a  favour  of  thy  name 
When  I  fhall  quit  the  ftage. 

4  The  land  of  filence  and  of  death 

Attends  my  next  remove  ; 
Oh  may  thefepoor  remains  of  breath 
Teach  the  wide  world  thy  love  I 

Pause. 

5  Thy  righteoufnefs  is  deep  and  high, 

Unfearchable  thy  deeds ; 
Thy  glory  fpreads  beyond  ihe  fky, 
And  all  my  praife  exceeds. 

6  Oft  have  I  heard  thy  threat'nings  roar, 

And  oft  endur'd  the  grief ; 
But  when  thy  hand  hath  preft  me  fore, 
Thy  grace  was  my  relief. 
j  By  long  experience  have  I  known 
Thy  fov'reign  pow'r  to  fave  ; 
At  thy  command  I  venture  down 
Securely  to  the  grave. 

8  When  I  lie  bury'd  deep  in  duft, 
My  fiefh  fhall  be  thy  care; 
Thefe  wither'd  limbs  with  thee  I  truft 
To  raife  them  ftrong  and  fair. 

PSALM     72.     FirJIPart.    Long  Metre. 
The  Kingdom  of  Chriji. 
I    pREAT  God,  whofe  univerfal  fway 

VJX  The  known  and  unknown  worlds  obey> 
Now  give  the  kingdom  to  thy  Son, 
Extend  his  pow'fj  exalt  his  throue. 


PSALM    LXXIL  153 

2  Thy  fceptre  well  becomes  his  hands, 
All  heav'n  fubmits  to  his  commands; 
His  juftice  fnall  avenge  the  poor, 
And  pride  and  rage  prevail  no  more. 

3  With  pow'r  he  vindicates  the  juft, 
And  treads  th' oppre ffor  in  the  duft; 
His  worlhip  and  his  fear  fhall  laft, 
Till  hours  and  years,  and  time  be  pair. 

4  As  rain  on  meadows,  newly  mown, 
So  fhall  he  fend  his  influence  down  : 
His  grace  on  fainting  fouls  diftils, 
Like  heav'nly  dew  on  thirfly  hills. 

5  The  heathen  lands  that  lie  beneath 
The  fhades  of  overfpreading  death, 
Revive  at  his  firft  dawning  light, 
And  defertsbloffom  at  the  fight, 

6  The  faints  fhall  flourifh  in  his  days, 
Dreft  in  the  robes  of  joy  and  praife: 
Peace,  like  a  river  from  his  throne 
Shall  flow  to  nations  yet  unknown. 

PSALM     72.     Second  Part.     Long  Metre. 
Chrijl's  Kingdom  among  the  Gentiles. 

1  TESUS  fhall  reign  where'er  the  fun 
^J    Does  his  fu-rceffive  journeys  run  ; 
His  kingdom  ftretch  from  fhore  to  fhore, 
Till  moons  fhall  wax  and  wane  no  more, 

2  [Behold  the  nations  with  their  kings; 
There  Europe  her  beft  tribute  brings  ; 
From  no  th  to  fouth  the  princes  meet 
To  pay  their  homage  at  his  feet. 

2  There  Perfia,  glorious  to  behold, 

And  India  fhines  in  eafterngold; 

While  Weftern  empires  own  their  Lord 

And  favage  tribes  attend  his  word."] 
4  For  him  fhall  endiefs  prayer  be  made, 

And  endiefs  praifes  crown  his  head  ; 

His  name  like  fweet  perfume  fhall  rife 

With  ev'ry  morning  facrifke. 


154  PSALM    LXXIII. 

*>  People  and  realms  of  ev'ry  tongue 

Dwell  on  his  love  with  fweeteft  fongj 

And  infant-voices  (hall  proclaim 

Their  early  bleffings  on  his  name. 

6  Bleffings  abound  where'er  he  reigns 
The  joyful  pris'ner  buifts  his  chains  ; 
The  weary  find  eternal  reft, 

And  ail  the  fons  of  want  are  bleft. 

7  [Where  he  difplays  his  healing  power, 
Death  and  the  curfe  are  known  no  more ; 
In  him  the  tribes  of  Adam  boaft 

More  bleffings  than  their  father  loft, 

8  Let  ev'ry  creature  rife  and  bring, 
Peculiar  honours  to  our  King; 
Angels  deftend  with  fongs  again, 
And  earth  repeats  the  loud  amen.] 

PSALM     73.     FirJIPajt.     Common  Metre. 

Afflicted  Saints  happy,  and  pr  of  per  on  s  Sinners  curfed, 

1  TvTOW  I'm  convine'd  the  Lord  is  kind 
\  .LN       To  men  of  heart  fincere, 

Yet  once  my  fooiifh  thoughts  repin'd, 
And  border'd  on  defpair. 

2  I  griev'd  to  fee  the  wicked  thrive, 

And  fpoke  with  angry  breath, 
<!  Kow  pleafant  and  profane  they  live  ! 
"  How  peaceful  is  their  death  ! 

3  "   With  well-fed  flefh  and  haughty  eyes 

"  They  lay  their  fears  to  fleep  ; 
"  Againft  the  heav'ns  their  (landers  rife, 
*«  While  faints  in  fiience  weep. 

4  "  In  vain  I  lift  my  hands  to  pray, 

"   And  clean fe  my  heart  in  vain; 
»  For  I  am  chaft'ned  all  the  day, 
«  The  night  renews  my  pain." 

5  Yet  while  my  tongue  indulg'd  complaints, 

I  felt  my  heart  reprove  ; 
«  Sure  I  (hall  thus  offend  thy  faints, 
w  And  grieve  the  men  1  love,". 


PSALM    LXXIII,  155 

6  But  ftill  I  found  my  doubts  too  hard, 

The  conflict  too  fevere; 
'Till  I  retir'd  to  fearch  thy  word, 
And  learn  thy  feerets  there. 

7  There  as  in  fome  prophetic  glafs, 

I  faw  the  finner's  feet 
High  mounted  on  a  flipp'ry  place 
Befide  a  fiery  pit. 

8  I  heard  the  wretch  profanely  boaft, 

'Till  at  thy  frown  he  fell ; 
His  honours  in  a  dream  were  loft, 
And  he  awakes  in  hell. 

9  Lord,  what  an  envious  fool  I  was  I 

How  like  a  thoughtlefs  beaft  ! 
Thus  to  fufpeft  thy  promis'd  grace, 
And  think  the  wicked  bleft. 

10  Yet  I  was  kept  from  full  defpair, 

Upheld  by  pow'r  unknown  : 
That  bleffed  hand  that  broke  the  faare 
Shall  guide  me  to  thy  throne. 

PSALM  73.  Ver.  23—28.  Second  Part.  Com.  Metre. 

God  ou-r  Portion  here  and  hereafter. 

1  f~^  OD,  my  fupporter  and  my  hope, 
V_T     My  help  for  ever  near, 

Thine  arm  of  mercy  held  me  up 
When  finking  in  defpair. 

2  Thy  counfels,  Lord,  fhall  guide  my  feet 

Thro'  life's  bewilder'd  race  ; 
Thine  hand  conduct  me  near  thy  feat, 
To  dwell  before  thy  face. 

3  Were  I  in  heav'n  without  my  God, 

*T  would  be  no  joy  to  me  ; 
And  whilft  this  earth  is  my  abode, 
I  long  for  none  but  thee. 

4  What  if  the  fpriniis  of  life  were  broke, 

And  fiefh  and  heart  fhould  taint, 
God  is  my  foul's  eternal  rock, 
The  ftrength  of  ev'ry  faint. 


ijS  PSALM    LXXIII. 

5  Behold  the  Tinners  that  remove 

Far  from  thy  prefencedie; 
Not  all  the  idol-gods  they  love 
Can  fave  them  when  they  cry. 

6  But  to  draw  near  to  thee,  my  God 

Shall  be  my  fweetemploy; 
My  tongue  (hall  found  thy  works  abroad, 
And  tell  the  world  my  joy. 

PSALM  73.  Ver.  22,  3,  6,  17 — 20.  Long  Metre. 

The  Profpcrit,  of  Sinners  curfcd, 

1  T    ORD,  what  a  thoughtlefs  wretch  was  I, 
A  j  To  mourn,  and  murmur,  and  repine 
To  fee  the  wicked  plac'd  on  high, 

In  pride  and  robes  of  honour  fhine. 

2  But,  Oh  their  end,  their  dreadful  end! 
Thy  faricluary  taught  me  fo  : 

On  flipp'ry  rocks  I  fee  them  fiand, 
And  fiery  billows  roll  below. 

3  Now  let  them  boafthow  tall  they  rife, 
I'll  never  envy  them  again, 

There  they  may  fjand  with  haughty  eyes, 
Till  they  plunge  deep  in  endlefs  pain. 

4  Their  fancy'd  joys  how  fail  they  flee! 
Like  dreams,  as  fleeting  and  as  vain, 
Their  fongs  of  fofieft  harmony, 

Are  but  a  prelude  to  their  pain. 

5  Now  I  citeem  their  mirth  and  wine, 
Too  dear  to  purchafe  with  my  blood  ? 
Lord,  'tis  enough  that  thou  art  mine, 
My  life,  my  portion,  and  my  God. 

P  S  A  L  M     73.     Short  Metre. 
The  hhjlcry  of  Providence  unfolded. 
1    QURE  there's  a  righteous  God, 
O      N°r  's  religion  vain  ;    ( 
Tho'  men  of  vice  may  boaft  aloud, 
And  men  or  grace  complain. 


PSALM    LXXIIL  157 

fa  I  faw  the  wicked  rife, 
I         And  felt  my  heart  repine, 
F     While  haughty  fools  with  fcornful  eyes, 
In  robes  of  honour  mine. 

3  [Pampei  'd  with  wanton  eafe, 

Their  flefh  looks  full  and  fair, 
Their  wealth  rolls  in  like  flowing  feas. 
And  grows  without  their  care. 

4  Free  from  the  plagues  and  pains 

That  pious  fouls  endure, 
Thro'  all  thdr  life  opprefiion  reigns, 

And  racks  the  humble  poor. 
$  Their  impious  tongues  blafpheme 

The  everlafting  God  : 
Their  malice  Waits  the  good  man's  name. 

And  fpreads  their  lies  abroad. 

6  But  I  with  flowing  tears 

Indulg'd  my  doubts  to  rife  ; 
"-  Is  there  a  God  that  fees  or  hears 
"  The  things  below  the  fkies  ?"] 

7  The  tumult  of  my  thought 

Held  me  in  hard  fufpenfe, 
Till  to  thy  houfe  my  feet  were  brought 
To  learn  thy  juftiee  thence. 

8  Thy  word  with  light  and  pow'r, 

Did  my  miitake  amend  ; 
I  view'd  the  finners  life  before. 
But  here  I  learnt  their  end. 

I  9  On  what  a  flipp'ry  fteep 

The  tnoughtieis  wretches  go; 

And  Oh !  that  dreadful  fiery  deep 

That  waits  their  fall  below ! 

10  Lord,  at  thy  feet  I  bow, 

My  thoughts  no  more  repine  t 
^  I  call  my  God  my  portion  now3 

a. ad  ail  my  pow'is  are  thine*. 
\  *  Q- 


158  PSALM    LXXIV. 

PSALM     74.     Common  Metre. 
The  Church  pleading  with  God  under  fore  Perfecutioh 
!    TT T  I  L  L  God  for  ever  cafi  us  off! 
VV     His  wrath  for  ever  fmoke 
Againftthe  people  of  his  love, 
His  little  chofen  flock? 

2  Think  of  the  tribes  fo  dearly  bought 

With  their  Redeemer's  blood ; 
Nor  let  thy  Sion  be  forgot, 
Where  once  thy  glory  flood 

3  Lift  up  thy  feet,  and  march  in  hafle, 

Aloud  our  ruin  calls; 
See  what  a  wild  and  fearful  wafte 
Is  made  within  triy  walls. 

4  Where  once  thv  churches  pray'd  and  fang 

Thy  foes  profanely  rage ; 
Amid  thy  gates  their  enflgns  hang, 
And  there  their  hofts  engage. 

5  How  are  the  feats  of  worfhip  broke  ? 

Thev  tear  the  buildings  down, 
And  he  that  deals  the  heavieft  ftroke, 
Procures  the  chief  renown. 

6  With  flames  they  threaten  to  deftroy 

Thy  children  in  their  reft ; 
Comr  let  us  burn  at  once,  they  cry, 

The  temple  and  the  prieft. 
*i  And  ftill  to  heighten  our  diftrefs, 

Thy  pre  fence  is  withdrawn  ; 
Thy  wonted  figns  of  pow'r  and  grace, 

Thy  pow'r  and  grace  are  gone. 

8  No  prophet  fpeaks  to  calm  our  grief, 

But  all  in  filence  mourn  ; 
Nor  know  the  times  of  our  relief 
The  hour  of  thv  return. 

P    a    u    s    K. 

9  How  long,  eternal  God,  how  lon^, 

Shall  men  of  pride  blafphcme  ? 
Sha'l  Cunts  be  made  their  endlefs  fong, 
/.  ...  beariivi mortal  ihame  ? 


PSALM    LXXV.  *59 

to  Canft:  thou  for  ever  fit  and  hear 
Thine  holy  name  profan'd  ? 
And  ftill  thy  jealoufy  forbear, 
And  ftill  witholdthine  hand  ? 
ii  What  ftrange  deliv'rance  haft  thou  fhown 
In  ages  long  before  ? 
And  now  no  other  God  we  own, 
No  other  God  adore* 

12  Thou  didft  divide  the  raging  fea 

By  thy  refiftlefs  might, 
To  make  thy  tribes  a  wond'rous  way, 
And  then  fecure  their  flight. 

13  Is  not  the  world  of  nature  thine, 

The  darknefs  and  the  day  ? 
Didft  thou  not  bid  the  morning  fhine, 
And  mark  the  fun  his  way  ? 
14.  Hath  not  thy  pow'r  form'd  ev'ry  coaft, 
And  fet  the  earth  its  bounds, 
With  lummer's  heat  and  winter's  froft, 
In  their  perpetual  rounds  ? 
15  And  (hall  the  fons  of  earth  and  duft 
That  facred  pow'r  blafpheme  ? 
Will  not  thy  hand  that  form'd  them  firft 
Avenge  thine  injur'd  name  ?  - 
:6  Think  on  the  cov'nant  thou  haft  made, 
And  all  thy  words  of  love; 
Nor  let  the  birds  of  prey  invade 
And  vex  thy  trembling  dove. 
17  Our  foes  would  triumph  in  our  blood, 
And  make  our  hope  their  jeft; 
Plead  thine  own  caufe,  almighty  God, 
And  give  thy  children  reft. 

P  S  A  L  M  -  75.     Long  Metre. 
Praifc  to  God  for  the  Return  of  Peace. 
I  r  l*0  ihee,  moft  high  and  holy  God, 
JL       To  thee  our  thankful  hearts  we  raife  j 
Thy  works  declare  thy  nameabroad, 

Thy  wond'rous  works  demand  our  praifc* 
Ga 


i6o  PSALM     LXXVI. 

2  To  flav'ry  doom'd,  thy  chofen  fons 

Beheld  their  foes  triumphant  rife* 
And  fore  oppieft  by  earthly  thrones, 
They  fought  the  Sov'ieign  of  the  flues. 

3  'Twas  then,  great  God,  with  equal  pow'r, 

Arofe  thy  veog'ance  and  thy  grace, 

To  fcourge  their  legions  from  the  fhore, 

And  fave  the  rem'nant  of  thy  race. 

4  Thy  haDd  that  form'd  the  refllcfs  main, 

And  rear'd  the  mountain's  awful  head, 
Bade  raging  feas  their  courfe  reftrain, 
And  defert  wilds  receive  their  dead. 
tf  Such  wonders  never  come  by  chance, 

Nor  can  the  winds  fuch  bleffings  blow; 
'Tis  God  the  judge  doth  one  advance, 
'Tis  God  that  lays  another  low, 
6  Let  haughty  tyrants  fink  their  pride, 
Nor  lift  fo  high  their  fcof nful  head ; 
But  lay  their  impious  thoughts  afide, 
And  own  the  empire  Gor  hath  made. 
PSALM     76.     Comnron  Metre. 
{/; ael  faved,  and  the  yijjyridm  defiro^ed;  or,  God's  Ven- 
geance againji  his  Enemies  proceeds  from  his  Chunk. 
1    TN  Judah  God  of  old  was  known; 
JL      His  name  in  Ifrael  grcai; 
In  Salem  flood  his  holy  throne, 
And  S:on  was  his  feat. 
S  Among  the  ;.raiffs  of  his  faints, 
His  dwelling  there  hechofe; 
There  he  rcctrv'd their  julr  complaints, 
Againft  their  haughty  foes. 
3  Trorn  Sion  went  nis  dreadful  word, 
And  broke  the  threat'ning  fpear  ; 
The  bow,  the  arrows,   and  the  fword, 
And  crufh'd  th'  Affyrian  war. 
^  What  are  the  earth's  wide  kingdoms  elfe 
But  mighty  hills  or  prey  ? 
The  hill  on  which  Jehovah  dwells 
Is  glorious  more  than  they. 


PSALM    I.XXVII.  iS 

j  'TwasSion's  king  that  ftop'd  the  breath 
Of  captains  aad  their  bands: 
The  men  of  might  fleep  faft  in  death, 
That  quells  their  warlike  hands. 

6  At  thy  rebuke,  O  Jacob's  God, 

Both  horfe  and  chariots  fell : 
Who  knows  the  terrors  of  thy  rod! 
Thy  veng'ance  who  can  tell  ? 

7  What  pow'r  can  Sand  befors  thy  fight 

When  once  thy  wrath  appears  ? 
When  heav'n  fhiues  round  with  dreadful  light, 
The  earth  adores  and  fears. 
$  When  God  in  his  own  fov'reign  ways 
Comes  down  to  fave  the  oppreft, 
The  wrath  of  man  fhail  work  his  praife, 
And  he'll  refttain  the  reft. 
3  [Vows  to  the  Lord  and  tribute  bring, 
•  Ye  princes,  fear  his  frown  ; 
His  terrors  fhake  the  proudeft  king, 
And  finite  his  armies  down, 
ao  The  thunder  of  his  fbarp  rebuke 
Our  haughty  foes  fhall  feel  ; 
For  Jacob's  God  hath  not  for  Jo  ok, 
But  dwells  in  Sion  flill.  J 
PSALM     77.     FUJI  Fart.  Common  Metre* 
Melancholy  ajfaulting,  and  Hope  prevailing, 
I  HP  O  God  I  cry'd  with  mournful  voice, 
X     I  fought  his  gracious  ear, 
In  the  fad  hour  when  trouble  rofe, 
And  fill'd  my  heart  with  fear. 
S  Sad  were  my  days,  and  dark  my  nights, 
My  foul  refus'd  relief; 
I  thought  on  God,  the  Jutland  wife, 
Bur,  thoughts  increas'd  my  grief. 
3  Still  I  complain'd  and  Mill  oppreft, 
My  heart  began  to  break  ; 
My  God,  thy  wrath  forbade  me  reftj 
And  kept  mine  eyes  awake. 
^3 


16a  PSALM    LXXVIL 

4  My  overwhelming  forrows  grew, 

'Till  I  could  fpeak  no  more; 
Then  I  within  myfelf  withdrew, 
And  call'd  thy  judgments  o'er. 

5  I  call'd  back  years  and  ancient  times 

When  I  beheld  thy  face  ; 
My  fpirit  fearch'd  for  fecret  crimes 
That  might  with-hold  thy  grace. 
€  I  call'd  thy  mercies  to  my  mind, 
Which  I  enjoy'd  before; 
And  will  the  Lord  no  more  be  kind  j 
His  face  appear  no  more  ? 

7  Will  he  for  ever  caft  me  off? 

His  promife  ever  fail  ? 
Has  he  forgot  his  tender  love  ? 
Shall  anger  ftiil  prevail  ? 

8  But  1  forbid  this  hopeJefs  thought, 

This  dark,  defpairing  frame, 
Rememb'ring  what  thy  hand  hath  wrought! 
Thy  hand  is  ftill  the  fame. 

9  I'll  think  again  of  all  thy  ways, 

And  talk  thy  wonders  o'er, 
Thy  wonder*  of  recov'ring  grace, 
When  flcfh  could  hope  no  more. 
3  0  Grace  dwelt  with  juftice  on  the  throne; 
And  men  that  love  thy  word, 
Mave  in' thy  tinftuary  known 
The  counfels  of  the  Lord. 
PSALM    77.    Second  Part,  Commo»  Metre. 
tamfort  derived  ft  cm  ancient  Providence,'  or,  Ifratl  dlr 

liver edjrom  Egypt,  and  brought  to  Canaan. 
i  "  TT  O  W  awful  i$  thy  chaft'ning  rod  I 
jQ  «  (May  thy  own  children  fay) 
«*  The  great,  the  wife,  the  dreadful  God ! 
"  How  holy  is  hi*  way!" 
%.  I'll  meditate  his  works  of  old, 
Who  reigns  in  heav'n  above, 
I'll  hear  his  ancient  wonders  toldj 
And  learuto  truft  hU  love. 


PSALM    LXXVUI.  16$ 

3  He  faw  the  houfe  of  Jofeph  lie 

With  Egypt's  yoke  oppreft; 
Long  he  deiay'd  to  he; 
Nor  gave  his  pe 

4  The  fons  of  pious  Jacob  teem/d 

Abandon'd  to  their  Fc 
But  his  almighty  arm  redeem'd 
The  nation  whom  he  chofe. 

5  From  flavifh  chains  he  fets  them  free 

They  follow  where  he  calls  ; 
He  bade  them  venture  thro'  the  fea, 
And  made  the  waves  their  walls. 

6  The  waters  faw  thee,  mighty  God, 

The  waters  faw  thee  come ; 
Backward  they  fled,  and  frighted  ftood> 
To  make  thine  armies  room. 

7  Strange  was  thy  journey  thro'  the  fea, 

Thy  footfteps,   Lord,  unknown  j 
Terrors  attend  the  wond'rous  way 
That  brings  thy  mercies  down. 

8  [Thy  voice  with  terror  in  the  found 

Thro'  clouds  and  darknefs  broke ; 
All  heav'n  in  lightning  flione  around, 
And  earth  with  thunder  fhook. 

9  Thine  arrows  thro*  the  fky  were  hurl'd, 

How  glorious  is  the  Lord  ! 
Surprife  and  tremb'ling  feiz'd  the  world* 
And  all  his  faints  ador'd, 
jo  He  gave  them  water  from  the  rock  ; 
And  fafe  by  Mofes'  hand, 
Thro'  a  dry  defert  led  his  flock. 
To  Canaan's  promis'd  land.] 
P  S  A.  L  M     7&     Firjl  Part,  Common  Metre. 
Providence  of  God  recorded  /.  or,  Pious  Education  and' 

hjlruclion  of  Children. 
»   T    E  T  children  hear  the  mighty  deeds 
J_j   Which  God  performed  of  old  j 
Which  in  our  younger  years  we  fawt 
Aiid  which  our  fathers  told,  [G  & 


LM    LXXVIII. 


JfiS, 


.  And  -hey  aga.i.  ,-, 

That  generations  \ei  Ui 

May  teach  them  to  th„ir  heirs. 
4  Thus  (hall  they  learn,  in  God  alone 
Their  hope  fecurely  ftai 
That  they  may  ne'ev  forget  his  works, 
But  pra&ife  his  commands. 
PSALM     78.     Second  Part.   Common  Metre. 
Jfrael's  Rebellion  and  Punifhment ;   or,    the  Sins  and 

Chajlijcments  of  God's  Peot/U. 
1   /^  H  what  a  ftifT  rel  bllteus  houfe 
V^/   Was  Jacob's  ancient  race ! 
Falfe  to  their  own  moft  folemn  vows, 
And  to  their  Maker's  grace. 
©  They  broke  the  cov'nanf  of  his  love, 
And  did  his  laws  defpife, 
Forgot  the  works  he  wrought  to  prove 
His  pow'r  before  their  eyes. 
*  They  (aw  the  plagues  on  Egvpt  light 
From  his  avenging  hand  ; 
What  dreadful  tokens  of  his  might 
Spread  o'er  the  ftubborn  land. 
4.  They  faw  him  cleave  the  mighty  fea, 
And  roarch'd  with  fafetv  through, 
With  wat'ry  walls  to  guard  their  way, 
Till  they  had  'fcap'd  the  foe. 
c  A  wo'id'rous  pillar  mark'd  the  road, 
Coinpos'd  of  fhade  and  light ; 
By  day  it  prov'd  a  fheU'ring  cloud, 
A  leading  fire  by  night. 
6  Kc  from  the  tock  their  thirft  fupply'd} 
The  gufhing  waters  fiow'd, 
And  ran  in  livens  by  their  fide, 
Along  the  defcrt  road. 


PSALM    LXXvlIL 

7  Yet  they  provok'd  the  Lord  m oft 

And  dar'd  difii     i 
"  Can  he  with 
"  Amidft  tills 

8  The  Lord  wit*  (      heard. 

And  caus'd  i.  1 1  dime  : 

His  terrors  ever  ftanu  prepar'd 
To  vindicate  his  na:ne. 
PSALM     78.     Third  Part.   Common    Metre;. 
The  Punijhmcnt  oj  Luxury  and  Intemperance; '"or,  Ckafi? 

tifement  and  Salvation. 
1   T  T  7  HEN   Iha'l  finn'd  the  Lord  reprov'd, 
V  V     And  fiU'd  their  hearts  with  dread  J 
Yet  he  forgave  the  men  he  lov'd, 
And  fent  them- heav'nly  bread, 
s  He  fed  them  with  alib'ral  hand, 
And  made  his  treafures  known ; 
He  gave  the  mid-night  clouds  command^ 
To  pour  provision  down. 
3  The  manna  like  a  morning  fhow'r 
Lay  thick  around  their  feet ; 
The  food  of  heav'n,  fo  iight,  fo  pure, 
As  tho'  'twere  angels  meat. 
A,  But  they  in  murm'ring  language  faid, 
"  Is  manna  all  our  fcaft  ? 
45  We  loath  this  light,   this  airy  bread ; 
"   We  muft  have  flefh  to  tafle." 

5  "  Ye  fhall  have  flelh  to  pleafe  your  Iuft," 

The  Lord  in  wrath  reply'd* 
And  fent  them  quails  like  land  or  duff, 
Heap'd  up  on  ev:ry  fide. 

6  He  gave  them  all  their  own  defire; 

And  greedy  as  they  fed, 
His  veng'ance  burnt  with  fecret  fire, 
And  fmote  the  rebels  dead. 

7  Whcnfome  were  fl'dn  the  reft  return'dr- 

And  fought  the  Lord  with  tears; 
Under  the  rod  they  fear'd  and  mourn'd3> 
But  foon  forgot  their  fears. 
^5 


j£5  PSALM    LXXVIIL 

8  Oft  he  chaftis'd,  a*id  ftill  forgave, 

'Till  by  his  gracious  hand 

The  nations  he  refolv'd  to  fave, 

Poffefs'd  the  prom-s'd  land. 

PSALM  78.  Ver.  32,  &c.  Fourth  Part.  Long  Metre' 

Backf.iding  and  Forgivcncfs ;  or,  Sin  puni/lied  and Saints 
faved. 

ipREAT  God,  how  oft  did  Ifra'I  prove 
VJT  By  turns  thine  anger,  and  thy  love  ? 
There  in  a  glafs  our  hearts  may  fee 
How  fickle  and  how  falfe  they  be. 

2  How  foon  the  faithlefs  Jews  forgot 

The  dreadful  wonders  God  had  wrought ; 
Then  they  provok'd  him  to  his  face, 
Nor  fear  his  pow'r,  nor  trufl  his  grace. 

3  The  Lord  confum'd  their  years  in  pain, 
And  made  their  travels  long  and  vain  ; 
A  tedious  march  thro'  unknown  ways 
"Woie  out  their  ftrengih,  and  fpent  their  days. 

4  Oft  when  they  faw  their  brethren  flain, 
They  moum'd  and  fought  the  Lord  again  ; 
Call'd  him  the  rock  of  their  abode, 
Their  high  Redeemer  and  their  God. 

5  Their  pray'rs  and  vows  before  bim  rife 
As  flatt'ring  words  or  folemn  lies, 
While  their  rebellious  tempers  prove 
Falfe  to  his  cov'nant  and  his  love. 

6  Yet  could  his  fov'reign  grace  forgive 
The  men  who  ne'er  deferv'd  to  live ; 
His  anger  oft  awav  hr  turn'd, 

Or  elfe  with  gentle  flame  it  burn'd. 
*  He  faw  their  flefh  was  weak  and  frail, 
Ke  faw  temptations  ftill  prevail; 
The  God  of  Abrah'm  lov'd  them  ftill, 
And  led  ti:cm  to  bis  holy  hill. 


PSALM    LXXIX,  LXXX.     iS7 
PSALM     79.     Long  Metre. 
For  the  Diftrefs  of  War. 

1  T>  E  H  O  L  D,  O  God,  :what  cruel  foes, 
X3  Thy  peaceful  heritage  invade; 

Thy  holy  temple  ftands  defil'd, 
In  duft  thy  facred  wall?  are  laid. 

2  Wide  o'er  the  vallies,  drench'd  in  blood, 
Thy  people  fall'n  in  death  remain ; 

The  fowls  of  heav'n  their  flefh  devour, 
And  favage  beafts  divide  the  flain. 

3  Th'  infulting  foes,  with  impious  rage, 
Reproach  thy  children  to  their  face  ; 

"  Where  is  your  God  of  boafied  pow'r, 
♦s  And  where  the  promife  of  his  grace.'3 

4  Deep  from  the  prifon's  horrid  glooms, 
Oh  hear  the  mournful  captives  figh, 
And  let  thy  fov'reign  pow'r  reprieve, 
The  trembling  fouls  condemn'd  to  die. 

5  Let  thofe,  who  dar'd  infult  thy  reign, 
Return  difmay'd  with  endlefs  fhame, 
While  heathens,  who  thy  grace  defpife, 
Shall  from  thy  veng'ance  learn  thy  name. 

§  So  fhall  thy  children,  freed  from  death, 

Eternal  fongs  of  honour  raife, 

And  ev'ry  future  age  Jhall  tell, 

Thy  fov'reign  pow'r  and  pard  ning  grace. 
PSALM     80.     Long  Metre. 
The  Church's  Prayer  under  Affliction  ;  or,  The  Vineyard 

of  God  wafted. 
I   /">  R  E  A  T  fhepherd  of  thine  TfraeJ, 

vJ  Who  didft  between  the  cherubs  dwell, 

And  lead  the  tribes,  thy  chofen  fheep, 

Safe  thro'  the  defert  and  the  deep  : 
s  Thy  church  is  in  the  defert  Lord, 

Shine  from  on  high,  and  light  afford; 

Turn  us  to  thee,  thy  love  reftore, 

We  fhall  be  fav'Q  and  £§h  no  more. 


*63  PSALM    LXXX. 

3  Great  God,  whom  heav'nly  hofts  obey, 
How  long  fhall  we  lament  and  pray  ? 
.And  wait  in  vain  thy  kind  return  ? 
How  long  fhall  thy  fierce  anger  burn  ? 

4  Jnftead  of  wine  and  cheerful  bread, 
Thy  faints  with  their  own  tears  are  fed; 
Turn  us  to  thee,  thv  love  reftore, 

We  fhall  be  fav'd  and  figh  no  more. 

Pause     i. 

5  Haft  ihou  not  planted  with  thy  hands 
A  lovely  vine  in  heathen  lands  ? 
Did  not  thy  power  defend  it  round, 
And  heav'nly  dews  enrich  the  ground  ? 

6  How  did  the  fpreading  branches  fhoot, 
And  blefs  the  radons  with  the  fruit ; 
But  now,  dear  Lord,  look  down  and  fee 
Thy  mourning  vine,  that  lovely  tree. 

$  Why  is  her  beauty  thus  defae'd, 
Why  haft  thou  laid  her  fences  wafte  ? 
Strangers  and  foes  again  ft  her  join, 
And  ev'ry  beaft  devours  the  vine. 

8  Return,  almighty  God,  return; 

Nor  let  thy  bleeding  vineyard  mourni 
Turn  us  to  thee,  thy  love  reftore, 
We  mail  be  fav'd  and  figh  no  more. 

Pause     g. 

.9  Lord,  when  this  vine  in  Canaan  grew, 
Thou  waft  i.»  ftrength  and  glory  too; 
Attack'd  in  vain  by  all  its  foes, 
Till  the  fair  Branca  of  protnife  rofe. 

10  Fair  Branch,  ordain'd  of  old  to  fhoot 
From  David's  ftock,  from  Jacob's  root  J 
Himfelf  a  nobler  Vine,  and  we 
Tli£  le.ffer  branches  of  the  tree;- 


PSALM    LXXXI.  169 

Ti  'Tisthy  own  Son  ;  and  he  {hall  ftand 
.Girt  with  thy  ftrength  at  thy  right  hand  ; 
Thy  firft-born  Son,  adorn'd  and  bleft 
With  pow'r  and  grace  above  the  reft. 

12  Oh  !  for  his  fake  attend  our  cry, 
Shine  on  thy  churches  left  they  die: 
Turn  us  to  thee,   thy  love  reftore, 
We  fhall  be  fav'd  and  figh  no  more. 

P  S  A  L  M     8r.     Ver.   1,  8,— 16.  Short  Metre. 
The  Warning  of  God  to  his  People  ;  or,  Spiritual  Blef. 

fings  and  Punipiments. 
*    Q  I  N  G  to  the  Lord  aloud, 
O      -And  make  a  joyful  noife  ; 
God  is  our  ftrecgth,  our  Saviour  Gods 
Let  Ifra'l  hear  his  voice. 
2  "  From  idols  falfe  and  vain, 
"  Preferve  my  rites  divine  ; 
"  I  am  the  Lord  who  broke  thy  chain 
"  Of  flav'ry  and  of  (in. 
•3  "  Stretch  thy  defiies  abroad, 
"  And  I'il  fupply  them  well; 
"  But  if  ye  will  refufe  your  God, 
"  If  Ifra'l  will  rebel  ; 

4  "  I'll  leave  them,  faith  the  Lord, 

"   To  their  own  luffs  a  prey, 
"  And  let  them  run  the  dang'rous  road, 
"  ' Lis  their  own  chofen  way. 

5  "  Yet  Oh  !   that  all  my  faints 

"   Would  hearken  to  my  voice  ! 
"  Soon  I  would  eafe  their  fore  comp3aintss 
"  And  bid  their  hearts  rejoice. 

6  **  While  I  deflroy  their  foes, 

"  I'll  richly  feed  my  flock, 
«*  And  chey  ihall  tafte  the  ftream  that  Bows 
**  Frotu  their  eternal  Rock..** 


i;o     PSALM  LXXXII,   LXXXIII. 
PSALM     82.     Long  Metre. 

God  the  fupreme  Governor  ;  or,  bdagijirates  warned. 
*     A    MONGth'  aflemblies  or  the  great 
JTSl.      A  greater  ruler  takes  his  feat ; 
The  God  of  heav'n  as  Judge  furveys 
Thofe  gods  on  earth  and  all  their  ways. 

2  Why  will  ye  frame  oppreffive  laws  ? 
Or  why  fupport  th'  unrighteous  caufe  ! 
When  will  ye  once  defend  the  poor, 
That  foes  may  vex  the  faints  no  more  ? 

3  They  know  not,  Lord,  nor  will  they  know  : 
Dark  are  the  ways  in  which  they  go  ; 
Their  name  of  earthly  gods  is  vain> 

Por  thy  fhall  fall  and  die  like  men. 

4  Arife,  O  Lord,  and  let  thy  Son 
Poffefs  his  univerfal  throne, 

And  rule  the  nations  with  his  rod; 
He  is  our  Judge,  and  he  our  God. 

PSALM     83.    Short   Metre. 

A  Complaint  againji  Perfecutors. 

1     AND  will  the  God  of  grace 
1JL     Perpetual  filence  keep  ? 
The  God  of  Juftice  hold  his  peace, 
And  let  his  vengeance  fleep  ! 
%  Behold  what  curfed  fnares 

Tne  men  of  mifchicf  fpread  ; 
The  men  thai  hate  thy  taints  and  thee, 
Lift  up  their  thieat'ning  head. 

3  Againft  thy  hic.den  ones, 

Their  coujxfels  '..key  employ, 
And  malice  with  her  watchful  eye 
Purluesthem  to  dcltroy, 

4  "  Come  lc:  us  join,  they  cry, 

«'  To  root  them  from  the  ground, 

«  Till  n  u  tne  ranu-of  faints  icinain, 

»  Nor  raem'ry  fhaU  be  found." 


PSALM     LXXXIV.  171 

5  Awake,  Almighty  God, 

And  call  thy  wrath  to  mind  ; 
Give  them  like  forefts  to  the  fire. 
Or  ftubbleto  the  wind. 

6  Convince  their  madnefs,  Lord, 

And  make  them  feck  thy  name; 
Or  elfe  their  ftubborn  rage  confound, 
That  they  may  die  in  fhame. 

7  Then  fhall  the  nations  know 

Thy  glorious  dreadful  word, 
Jehovah  is  thy  name  alone, 
And  thou  the  fov'reign  Lord. 

PSALM     84.     Firfi  Part.    Long  Metre. 

The  Pkajure  of  Public  Worjhip. 

1  T  TOWpleafant,  how  divinely  fair, 
.JlJL     O  Lord  of  hofts,  thy  dwellings  are! 
With  long  defire  my  fpirit  faints, 

To  meet  th'  affemblies  of  thy  faints. 

2  My  flefh  would  reft  in  thine  abode  ; 
My  panting  heart  cries  out  for  God  ; 
My  God  !  my  King  !    why  fhould  I  be 
So  far  from  all  my  joys  and  thee, 

3  The  fparrow  choofes  where  to  reft, 
And  for  her  young  provides  her  neft; 
But  will  my  God  tofparrows  grant 
That  pleafure  which  his  children  want? 

4  Bleft  are  the  faints  who  fit  on  high, 
Around  thy  throne  above  the  fky  ; 
Thy  brig'ueft  glories  fhine  above, 
And  all  their  work  is  praife  and  love, 

5  Bleft  are  the  fouls  who  find  a  place 
Within  the  temple  of  thy  grace  ; 
There  to  behold  thy  gentler  rays, 
And  feck  thy  face  and  learn  thy  praife. 


>*a         PSALM    LXXXIV.. 

6  Bleft  are  the  men  whofe  hearts  are  fet 
To  find  the  way  to  Sion's  gate  ; 

God  is  their  ftrength  ;  and  thro'  the  road 
They  lean  upon  their  helper,   God. 

7  Cheerful  they  walk  with  growing  ftrength, 
Till  all  fhall  meet  in  heav'n  a:  length; 
Till  all  before  thy  tace  appear, 

And  join  in  nobler  woriVup  there, 
PSALM     84.     Second  Part.     Long  Metre. 
God  and  his  Church  ;  or,  G? ace  and  Glory, 
%  f~*\  REAT  God  attend  while  Sion  lings 

\JJ     The  joy  that  from  thy  prefence  fprings  j 
To  fpend  one  day  with  thee  on  earth 
Exceeds  a  thoufand  days  of  mirth. 

2  Might  1  enjoy  the  meaneft  place 
Within  thy'houfe,  O  Goci  of  grace, 
Not  tents  of  eafe  nor  thrones  of  power 
Shuuld  tempt  my  feet  to  leave  thy  door. 

3  God  isoui  fun.  he  makes  our  day ; 
God  is  our  fhield,  he  guards  our  way 
from  all  th'  affaultsof  hell  and  fin, 
From  foes  without  and  foes  within. 

4  Ail  needful  grace  will  God  bellow, 
And  crown  that  grace  with  glory  too: 
He  gives  us  all  things,  and  with-holds 
No  real  good  from  upright  fouls. 

5  O  God,  our  King,  whofe  fov'reigu  fway 
The  glorious  holts  of  heav'n  obey, 

And  devils  at  thy  prefence  flee, 
Bleft  is  the  man  that  trufts  in  thee. 

PSALM     84.    Vcr.  1,  a,  3-,  10. 

Paraphras'd  in  Common  Metre. 

Delight  in  Ordinances  of  Worfhip  ;  or,  God  prefent  in 

his  Churches. 
1    TV/TY  Soul  how  lovely  is  the  place 
1V1     To  which  thy  God  reforts  ! 
'Tis  heav'n  to  fee  his  fmilingface, 
Tho'  in  his  earthly  courts, 


PSALM    LXXXIV.  173 

S  There  the  great  Monarch  of  the  flues 
Hisfaving  pow'r  difplays, 
And  light  breaks  in  upon  our  eyes, 
With  kind  and  quick'ning  rays. 

3  With  his  rich  gifts  the  heav'nly  Dove 

Descends  and  fills  the  place, 
While  Chrift  reveals  his  wond'rous  love, 
And  fheds  abroad  his  grace. 

4  There,  mighty  God,  thy  words  declare 

The  fecrets  of  thy  will : 
And  flill  we  feek  thy  mercies  there, 
And  fing  thy  praifes  ftill. 

P  a   u    s   E. 

5  My  heart  and  flefh  cry  out  for  thee, 

Whilft  far  from  thine  abode ; 
When  fhall  I  tread  thy  courts  and  fee 
My  Saviour  and  my  Gcd  ? 

6  The  fparrow  builds  htrfelf  a  neft, 

And  fuffers  no  remove; 
O  make  me  like  the  fparrows  bleft, 
To  dwell  but  where  I  love  ! 

7  To  fit  one  day  beneath  thine  eye, 

And  hear  thy  gracious  voice, 
Exceeds  a  whole  eternity 
Employ'd  in  carnal  joys. 

S  Lord  at  thv  threshold  I  would  wait. 
While  Jefus  is  within, 
Rather  than  fill  a  throne  of  ftate 
Among  the  tents  of  fin. 

q  Could  I  command  the  fpacious  land, 
And  the  more  bound  lefs  fea. 
For  one  bleft  hour  at  thy  right  hand 
I'd  give  them  both  away., 


r74  PSALM    LXXXIV. 

PSALM     84.     As  the  148th  Ffalm. 
Longing  for  the  Houfe  of  God. 
1    f    O  R  D  of  the  worlds  above, 
-L-»  How  pleafant  and  how  fair 
The  dwellings  of  thy  love, 
Thy  earthly  temples  are; 
To  thine  abode 
My  heart  afpires 
With  warm  defires 
To  fee  my  God. 
a  The  fparrow  for  her  young 
With  pleasure  feeks  her  neft, 
And  wand'ring  fwallows  long 
•     To  find  their  wonted  reft ; 
My  fpirit  faints 
With  equal  zeal 
To  rife  and  dwell 
Among  thy  faint*. 

3  O  happy  fouls  that  pray, 
Where  God  appoints  to  hear ! 
O  happy  men  that  pay 
Their  conftant  fervice  there! 

They  praife  thee  ftill ; 
And  happy  they 
That  love  the  way 
To  Sion's  hill. 

4  They  go  from  ftrength  to  ftrength, 
Thro'  this  dark  vail  of  tears, 
'Till  each  arrives  at  length, 

'Till  each  in  heav'n  appears; 

O  glorious  feat 

When  God  our  King 

Shall  thither  bring 

Our  willing  feet! 
3  To  fpend  one  facred  day, 
Where  God  and  (aims  abide, 
Affords  diviner  joy 
Thau  thcuiaud  days  befidei 


PSALM     LXXXV.  i75\ 

Where  God  reforts, 
I  love  it  more 
To  keep  the  door 
Than  fhine  in  courts. 

6  God  is  cur  fun  and  fhield, 
Our  light  and  our  defence  ; 
With  gifts  our  hands  are  fill'd  j 
We  draw  our  bleflings  thence  ; 

He  fhall  beftow 
On  Jacob's  race 
Peculiar  grace 
And  glory  too. 

7  The  Lord  his  people  loves; 
His  hand  no  good  with-holds 
From  thofe  his  heart  approves, 
From  pure  and  pious  fouls : 

Thrice  happy  he, 
O  God  of  hofts, 
Whofe  fpirit  trufts 
Alone  in  thee. 

PSALM     85.   Ver.  1,  8.  Firji  Part.  Long  Metre. 
Waiting  for  an  Anfwer  to  Prayer  ;  or.  Deliverance  be- 
gun and  completed. 

1  T    ORD,  thou  haft  call'd  thy  grace  to  mind} 
A_j  Thou  haft  revers'd  our  heavy  doom  : 

So  God  forgave  when  Ifra'l  finn'd, 

And  brought  his  wand'ring  captives  home. 

2  Thou  haft  begun  to  fet  us  free, 
And  made  thy  fierceft  wrath  abate : 
Now  let  our  hearts  be  turn'd  to  thee, 
And  thy  falvation  be  complete. 

3  Revive  our  dying  graces,  Lord, 
And  let  thy  faints  in  thee  rejoice  ; 
Make  known  thy  truth,  fulfil  thy  word, 
We  wait  for  praife  to  tune  our  voice. 

4  We  wait  to  hear  what  God  will  fay  ; 
He'll  fpeak,  and  give  his  people  peace;. 
But  let  them  rua  no  more  aftray, 

Left  his  returning  wrath  iucreaje^ 


\7h  PSALM     LXXXV,   LXXXVI. 

PSALM  «5-  Ver.  9,  Sec.  Second  Pari.  Long  Metre. 

Salvation  by  Chriji. 
1    Q  A  L  V  A  T  1  O  N  is  for  ever  nigh 

k3  The  fouls  that  fear  and  truft  the  Lord; 

And  grace  defcending  from  on  high, 

Frefh  hopes  of  glory  fhali  afford. 
£  Mercy  and  truth  on  earth  are  met, 

Since  Chrift  the  Lord  came  down  from  heav'n ; 

By  his  obedience  fo  complete, 

Juftice  is  pleas'd  and  peace  is  giv'n. 

9  Now  truth  and  honour  fhall  abound, 
Religion  dwell  on  earth  again, 
And  heav'rly  influence  blefs  the  ground 
In  our  Redeemer's  gentler  reign. 

4  His  righteoufnefs  is  gone  before, 
To  give  us  free  accefs  to  God ; 

Our  wand'ring  feet  fhall  ftray  no  more, 
But  mark  his  fteps  and  keep  the  road. 

PSALM     S6.     Ver,  8—13.  Common  Metre. 
A  general  Song  of  Praife  to  God. 

5  A   MONG  the  princes,  earthly  gods, 
JL\.  There's  none  hath  pow'r  divine ; 
Nor  is  their  nature,  mighty  Lord, 

Nor  are  their  works  like  thine. 
a  The  nations  thou  haft  made  fhall  bring 
Their  ofr'rings  round  thy  throne  ; 
For  thou  alone  <loft  wond'rous  things, 
For  thou  art  God  alone. 

3  Lord,  I  would  walk  with  holy  feet, 

Teach  me  thine  hcav'nly  ways, 
And  all  my  wand'ring  thoughts  unite 
la  God  my  Father's  praile. 

4  Great  is  thy  mercy,  and  my  tongue 

Shall  thorefweet  wonders  tell, 

Iiow  by  thy  grace  my  finking  foul 

Rofe  from  the  deeps  of  hell, 


PSALM  LXXXVJI,  LXXXVIII.  177 

P  S  A  L  M     87.     Long  Metre, 
The  Church  the  Birth  Place  of  the  Saints;  or,  Jews  and 

Gentiles  united  in  the  Chrijuan  Churck7 
1    /^N  O  D  in  his  earthly  temple  lays 

V_T  Foundation  for  his  heav'nly  praife  1 

He  likes  the  tents  of  Jacob  well, 

But  fiillinSion  loves  to  dwell, 
£  His  mercy  vifits  ev'ry  houfe 

That  pay  their  night  and  morning  vows; 

But  makes  a  more  delightful  ftay, 

Where  churches  meet  to  praife  and  pray* 

3  What  glories  were  defcrib'd  of  old! 
What  wonders  are  in  Sion  told  S 
Thou  city  of  our  God  below, 

Thy  fame  fhall  Tyie  and  Egypt  know, 

4  Egypt  and  Tyre,  and  Greek  and  ]cwy 
Shall  there  begin  their  lives  a-new  : 
Angels  and  men  fhall  join  to  fin g 
The  hill  where  living  waters  fprtng. 

^  "When  God  makes  up  his  laft  account 
Of  natives  in  his  holy  mount, 
'Twill  be  an  honour  to  appear 
As  one  new-born  and  nourifh'd  there. 

PSALM     88.     As  the  it3rh  Pfalm. 

Lofs  of  Friends^  and  Abfence  of  Divine  Grace, 
1   f~\   G  O  D  of  my  falvation,  hear 

\jF   My  nightly  groan,  my  daily  pray'r,. 

That  ftill  employ  my  wafting  breathy 
My  foul  declining  to  the  grave, 
Implores  thy  fov'reign  Pow'r  to  fave 

From  dark  defpairand  lafiing  death. 
2,  Thy  wrath  lies  heavy  on  my  foul, 
And  waves  of  forrows  o'er  me  roil, 

While  duft  and  f;ience  fpread  the  gloom  : 
My  friends,  belov'd  in  happier  days, 
The  dear  companions  of  rny  ways,. 

Defcend  around  me  to  the  tomb- 


178  PSALM    LXXXIX. 

3  As,  loft  in  lonely  grief,  I  tread 
The  mournful  manfions  of  the  dead, 

Or  to  fome  throng'd  aflembly  go; 
Thro'  all  alike  I  rove  alone, 
While,  here  forgot  and  there  unknown, 

The  change  renews  my  piercing  woe. 

4  And  why  will  God  negleft  my  call ! 
Or  who  (hall  profit  by  my  fall, 

When  life  departs  and  love  expires  ? 
Can  duftand  darknefs  praife  the  Lord  ? 
Or  wake,  or  brighten  at  his  word, 

And  tune  the  harp  with  heav'nly  quires? 
g  Yet  thro'  each  melancholy  day, 

I've  pray'd  to  thee,  and  ftill  will  pray, 

Imploring  ftill  thy  kind  return - 

But  oh!  my  friends,  my  comfort's  fled, 
And  all  my  kindred  of  the  dead 

Recal  my  wand'ring  thoughts  to  mourn. 
PSALM     89.     Firjl  Part.  Long  Metre. 
The  Covenant  male  with  Chrijl;  or,  The  true  David.* 

1  FOREVER  ftiall  my  fong  record 
Jl  The  truth  and  mercy  of  the  Lord  ; 
Mercy  and  truth  forever  ftand 

Like  heav'n  eitabliih'd  by  his  hand. 

2  Thus  to  his  Son  he  fware  and  faid 

«'  With  thee  my  cov'nant  firft  is  made  : 
«'  In  thee  fhall  dying  finners  live; 
"  Glory  and  grace  are  thine  to  give. 

3  "  Be  thou  my  Prophet,  thou  my  Prieft ; 
"  Thy  children  fhall  be  ever  bleft: 

"  Thou  art  my  chofen  King,  thy  throne 
«'  Shall  ftand  eternal  like  my  own. 
a  "  There's  none  of  all  my  fons  above 
"  So  much  my  image  or  my  love  ; 
«c  Celeftial  pow'rs  thy  fubje&s  are, 
•*  Then  what  can  earth  to  thee  compare  ? 


PSALM    LXXXIX.  173 

5  u  David,  my  fervant,  whom  I  chofe, 

"  To  guard  my  flock,  to  cruflh  my  foes  ; 
"  And  rais'd  him  to  the  Jewifh  throne, 
"  Was  butja  fhadow  of  my  Son.'* 

6  Now  let  the  church  rejoice  and  fing, 
Jefus  her  Saviour  and  her  King: 
Angels  his  heav'nly  wonders  (how, 
And  faints  declare  bis  works  below. 

PSALM     89.  Firjl  Part.  Common  Metre. 
The  Faithfulnefs  of  God. 
1  IV  ^Y  never-ceafing  fong  lhall  mow 
JLVJ.     The  m?rcies  of  the  Lord  ; 
And  make  fucceeding  ages  know 
How  faithful  is  his  word. 
t  The  facred  truths  his  lips  pronounce 
Shall  firm  as  heav'n  endure; 
And  if  he  fpeak  a  promife  once, 
Th'  eternal  grace  is  fure. 

3  How  Jong  the  race  of  Dawidheld 

The  promis'd  Jewifh  throne! 
But  there's  a  nobler  cov'nant  feal'd 
To  David's  greater  Son. 

4  His  feed  for  ever  fhall  poffefs 

A  throne  above  the  fkies  ; 
The  meaneft  fubjecl:  of  his  grace 
Shall  to  that  glory  rife. 

5  Lord  God  of  hofts,  thy  wond'rous  ways 

Are  fung  by  faints  above : 
And  faints  on  earth  their  honours  raife 
To  thy  unchanging  love. 

P  S  A  L  M  89.  Ver.  7,  &c.  Second  Part.  Com.  Metre. 
The  Power  and  Majejiy  of  God;  or.  Reverential  Worjkip. 
S    T  T  7ITH  rev'ience  let  the  faints  appear, 
V  V       And  bow  before  the  Lord, 
His  high  commands  with  rev'rence  hear, 
And  tremble  at  his  word. 


180  PSALM    LXXXIX. 

2  How  terrible  thy  glories  rife  ! 

How  bright  thine  armies  fhine! 
Where  is  the  power  with  thee  that  vies-, 
Or  truth  compar'd  with  thine  ? 

3  The  northern  pole,  and  fouthern,  reft 

On  thy   fupporting  r.^nd  ; 
Darkneis  ana  day  horn  eaik  to  weft 
Muve  n'und  at  thy  command. 

4  Thy  word  the  ra^irig  winds  controul, 

And  rule  the  bont'ious  deep  ; 
Thou  mak'll  the  fkeping  billows  roll, 
The  roiiing  billows  deep. 

g  Heav'n,  earth,  and  air,  and  fea  are  thine, 
And  the  dark  world  of  hell; 
They  law  thine  arm  in  veug'ance  fhine 
When  Egypt  durft  rebel. 
6  Juftice  and  judgment  are  thy  throne, 
Yet  wond'rous  is  thy  grace  ! 
While  truth  and  mercyjoin'd  in  onef 
Invite  us  near  thy  face. 

PSALM     89.  Vcr.  i5,  &c.  Third  Pari.  C.  M. 

A  BUJjed  Go/pel. 

1   T?  LEST  are  the  fouls  who  hear  and  know 
J3     The  gofpel's  joyful  found  ! 
Peace  fhall  attend  the  path  they  go 
And  J ight  their  fteps  fu;rou»d. 
3  Thdi  joy  fhaii  bear  their  fpirite  up 
Tnio'  their  Redeemer's  name  ; 
His  righteoufnefs  exalts  their  hooe 
And  fills  their  foes  with  lhame. 

3  The  Lord  our  glory  and  defence, 
Sucngth  and  faivation  gives  ; 
Ifra'l,  thy  king  for  ever  reigns, 
Thy  God  for  ever  lives. 


PSALM  LXXXIX.  1 8i 
PS  AL  M  89.  Vcr.  19,  &c<y.  Fourth  Part.  Com.  Metre. 
Ckri/l's  mediatorial  Kingdom  ;  or,  His  divine  and  human 


Nature, 


■H 


And  made  his  mercies  known  : 
«'  Sinners,  behold,  your  help  is  laid 
"  On  my  almighty  Son." 
3  Behold  the  man  my  wifdom  chofe 
Among  your  mortal  race  : 
His  head  my  holy  oil  o'erflows, 
With  full  fupplies  of  grace. 
3  High  (hall  he  reign  on  David's  throne, 
My  people's  better  King; 
My  arm  fhall  beat  his  rivals  down, 
And  (till  new  fubjecis  bring. 
4.  My  truth  fhall  guard  him  in  his  way 
With  mercy  by  his  fide; 
While  in  my  name  o'er  earth  and  fear 
He  (hall  in  triumph  ride. 

5  Me  for  his  Father  and  his  God, 

He  fhall  for  ever  own, 
Call  me  his  rock,  his  high  abode, 
And  I'll  fupport  my  Son. 

6  My  firft-born  Son  array'd  in  grace, 

At  my  right  hand  fhall  fit, 
Beneath  him  angels  know  their  place, 
And  monarchs  at  his  feet. 

7  My  cov'nant  ftands  for  ever  faft, 

My  promifes  are  ftrong  ; 
Finn  as  the  heav'ns  his  throne  fhall  laft, 
His  feed  endure  as  long. 
PSALM  89.  Ver.  30,  &c.  Fifth  Part.  Com.  Metre. 
The  Covenant  of  Grace  unchangeable  ;  or.  Affliction  with'' 

out  Rejeffwn. 
1   "\7"  E  T  (faith  the  Lord)  if  David's  race, 
J_     The  children  of  my  Son, 
Should  break  my  laws,  abufe  my  grace 
And  tempt  mine  anger  down  ; 
H 


lS2  PSALM    LXXXDC. 

t.  Their  fins  I'll  vifit  with  the  rod, 
Aim  make  their  fully  fmart ; 
But  I'll  not  ceafe  to  be  their  God,. 
Nor  from  my  truth  depart. 

3  My  cov'nant  I  will  ne'er  revoke, 

But  keep  my  grace  in  mind; 
And  what  eternal  iove  ha:h  fpoke, 
Eternal  truth  fhall  bind. 

4  Once  have  I  fworn,  (I  need  no  more), 

And  pledg'd  my  holinefs, 
To  feal  the  iacred  promife  fure 
To  David  and  his  race. 

5  The  fun  mall  fee  his  offspring  rife 

And  fpread  frcm  fea  to  lea, 
Long  as  he  travels  round  the  (kits 
To  give  the  nations  day. 

6  Sure  as  the  moon  that  rules  the  night 

His  kingdom  fhall  endure, 
Till  the  fix'd  laws  of  made  and  light 
Shall  be  obferv'd  no  more. 

PSALM  89.r<r.5,47.&c.  sixthParL  Long  Met*. 
Mortality  and  Hope. 
A  Funeral  Pfalm. 
T*>    E  M  E  M  B  E  R,  Lord,  our  mortal  (late 
JV  How  frail  our  life,  how  more  our  date ! 
Where  is  the  man  that  draws  Ins  breath 
Safe  from  difeafe,  fecurefrom  death. 
s   Lord,  while  we  fee  whole  nations  die, 
Our  fl.'fh  and  ftrength  repine  and  cry, 
«'  Muft  dea-.h  for  ever  rage  and  reign! 
♦«  Or  haft  thou  made  mankind  in  vain  t 
2  Where  is  thy  promise  to  thejuft  ? 
/rje  not  thy  fervants  turr.'d  to  duff  ! 
But  faith  forbids  thefe  m  .urnful  fighs, 
Ai-d  tos  the  fkeping.  duft  ariLv 


P  S  A  L  M    LXXXIX,  XC.       JN^f 

4.  That  glorious  hour,  that  dreadful  day 
Wipes  the  reproach  of  faints  away, 
And  clears  the  honour  of  thy  word  : 
Awake,  our  fouls,  and  blefs  the  Lord. 
PSALM     89.     Vet.  47,  &c-    LaJI  Part, 
As  the  113th  Pfalm. 
Life,  Death,  and  the  Rejurrecliott. 
I   HPH  IN  K,  mighty  God,  on  feeble  man, 
X     How  few  his  hours,  how  fhort  his  fpan  ! 
Short  from  the  cradle  to  the  grave  ; 
Who  can  fecure  his  vital  breath 
Againft  the  bold  demands  of  death 
With  (kill  to  fly,  or  pow'r  to  fave  ? 
2-  Lord,  fhall  it  be  for  ever  faid, 
V"  The  race  of  man  wasonly  made 

"  For  ficknefs,  forrow  and  the  duft  ?" 
Are  not  thy  fervants  day  by  day 
Sent  to  their  graves  and  turn'd  to  clay  ? 
Lord,  where's  thy  kindnefs  to  the juft? 
g  Haft  thou  not  promis'd  to  thy  Son, 
And  all  his  feed,  a  heav'nly  crown  ? 

But  fhfh  and  fenfe  indulge  defpair: 
For  ever  bleffed  be  the  Lord, 
That  faith  can  read  his  holy  word, 
And  find  a  refurreftion  there* 
4  For  ever  bleffed  be  the  Lord, 
Who  gives  bis  faints  a  long  reward, 

For  all  their  toil,  reproach  and  pain  \- 
Let  ail  below,  and  all  above, 
Join  to  proclaim  thy  wond'rouslove, 
And  each  repeat  their  loud  Amen. 

PSALM     90.     Long  Metre, 
Man  moital,  and  God  eternal. 
A  mournful  Song  at  a  Funeral, 
1   f  &  s  H  RO'  ev'ry  age.  eternal  God, 
_L     Thou  art  our  reft,  our  fafe  abode  : 
High  was  thy  throne  ere  heav'n  was  made?; 
Or  earth  thy  humble  footftool  lai  i,- 
H-a-- 


1 84  PSALM     XC. 

a  Long  had'ft  thou  reign'd  ere  timebeganj 
Or  duft  wasfafhion'd  into  a  man; 
And  long  thy  kingdom  fhall  endure 
When  earth  and  time  fhall  be  no  more. 

3  But  man,  weak  man,  is  born  to  die, 
Made  up  of  guilt  and  vanity  : 

Thy  dreadful  fentence,  Lord,  wasjuft, 
«'  Return,  ye  finners,  to  your  duft." 

4  [A  thoufand  of  our  years  amount 
Scarce  to  a  day  in  thine  account ; 
Like  yefterday's  departed  light, 
Or  the  laft  watch  of  ending  night. 

Pause. 

5  Death,  like  an  overflowing  ftream, 
Sweeps  us  away  ;  our  life's  a  dream  : 
An  empty  tale;  a  morning  flow'r, 
Cut  down  and  wither'd  in  an  hour. 

6  [Our  age  to  feventy  years  isfet; 

How  fhort  the  time  !  how  frail  the  date  ! 

And  if  to  eighty  we  arrive, 

We  rather  figh  and  groan,  than  live. 

7  But  Oh  !  how  oft  thy  wrath  appears, 
And  cuts  off  our  expected  years  ! 
Thy  wrath  awakes  our  humble  dread! 
We  fear  the  pow'r  that  (bikes  us  dead. 

0  Teach  us,  O  Lord,  how  frail  is  man ; 
And  kindly  lengthen  out  the  fpan, 
'Till  a  wife  care  of  piety 

Lit  us  to  die,  and  dwell  with  thee. 

PSALM  90.  Vcr.i—  5.  Firft  Part.  Com.  Metre. 
Han  frail,  arid  God  eternal. 

1  /~\UR  God,  cur  help  in  ages  pad, 
V-/  Our  hope  for  yeais  to  come, 
Our  flicker  from  the  ftormy  blaft, 

And  our  eternal  home. 
£  Beneath  the  fhadow  of  thy  thron 
Thy  faints  have  dwelt  fecure  ; 


PSALM     XC.  185 

Sufficient  is  thine  arm  alone, 
And  my  defence  isfure. 

3  Before  the  hills  in  order  flood, 

Or  earth  receiv'd  her  frame, 
From  everlafting  thou  art  God, 
To  endlefs  years  the  fame. 

4  Thy  word  commands  our  flefh  to  duft, 

"  Return,  ye  fons  of  men  ;" 
All  nations  rofe  from  earth  at  firft, 
And  turn'd  to  earth  again. 

5  A  thoufand  ages  in  thy  fight 

Are  like  an  ev'ning  gone; 
Short  as  the  watch  that:ends  the  night 
Before  the  rifing  dawn. 

6  [The  bufy  tribes  of  flefli  and  blood, 

With  all  their  lives  and  cares, 
Are  carried  downwards  by  the  flood, 
And  loft  in  following  years. 

7  Time  like  an  ever-rolling  ftream, 

Bears  all  its  fons  away  ; 
They  fiy  forgotten,  as  a  dream 
Dies  at  the  op'ning  day. 

8  Like  flow'ry  fields  the  nations  ftand 

Pleas'd  with  the  morning  light ; 
The  flow'rs  beneath  the  mower's  hand 
Lie  with'ring  ere  'tis  night.] 

9  Our  God,  our  help  in  ages  paft, 

Our  hope  for  years  to  ceme, 
Be  thou  our  guard  while  troubles  laft, 
And  our  eternal  home. 

PSALM  90.  Ver.  8,  1 1, 2,  10. 12.  Second  Part.  C.  M. 

Infirmities  and  Mortality  the  Effetl  of  Sin  ;  or,  Lifet 
Old  Age,  and  Preparationsfor  Death. 
1    T    ORD,  if  thine  eyes  furvey  our  faults, 
A— d     Aad  juftke  grows  fc  vere, 
Thy  dreadful  wrath  exce  r,s  our  thoughts, 
And  burns  oeyond  our  fear. 
H3 


*iS6  PSALM    XC. 

2  Thine  anger  turns  our  frame  to  dufU 

By  one  offence  to  thee, 
Adam,  with  all  his  fons  have  loft 
Their  immortality; 

3  Life,  like  a  vain  amufement  flies, 

A  fable  or  a  fong  ; 
By  fwift  degrees  our  nature  dies, 
Nor  can  our  joys  be  long. 
.4  'lis  but  a  few  whofe  days  amount 
To  threefcore  years  and  ten  ; 
And  ali  beyond  that  fhoit  account 
Is  farrow,  toil,  and  pain. 

5  [Our  vitals  with  laborious  ftrife 

Bear  up  the  crazy  load, 
And  diag  thefe  poor  remains  of  life 
.Along  the  tirefome  road.] 

6  Almighty  God  reveal  thy  love, 

And  not  thy  wrath  alone  : 
Oh  !  let  our  fweet  experience  prove 
The  mercies  of  thy  throne. 

7  Our  fouls  would  lrarn  the  heav'nly  art 

T' improve  the  hours  we  have, 
That  we  may  aft  the  wifer  part, 
And  live  beyond  the  grave. 
PSALM  90.  Ver.  13,  Sec.    Third  Part.  C.  Metre. 
Breathing  after  Heaven. 

1  Y}  ETURN,  O  God  of  love,  return  ; 
_fx_     Earth  is  a  tirefome  place  : 

How  long  fhall  we  thy  children  mourn 
Our  abfeme  from  thy  face  ? 

2  Let  heav'n  fucceed  our  painful  years, 

Let  fin  and  forrow  ctafe, 
And  in  proportion  to  our  tears, 
So  make  our  joys  increafe. 

3  Thy  wonders  to  thy  fervants  fhow, 

Make  thy  own  work  complete  ; 
Then  fhall  our  fouls  tny  glory  know, 
And  own  thy  love  was  great. 


PSALM    XCI,  XCX.  187 

4  Then  fballwe  fhine  before  thy  throne 
In  all  thy  beautv  Lord  : 
And  the  ooor  fervice  we  have  done 
Meet  a  divine  reward. 
PSALM     90      Ver.  5,  10,  12.    -Short  Metre. 

The  Frailty  and  Shortness  vf  Life. 
I    T    ORD,  what  a  feeble  piece 
I   j      Is  this  our  mortal  frame  ! 
Our  life  how  poor  a  trifle  'tis, 
Thatfcarce  deferves  the  namei 
•2   Alas,  the  brittle  clay 

That  built  our  body  firfl ! 
And  ev'ry  month  and  ev'ry  day 
'Tis  mould'ring  back  to  dull. 
3  Our  moments  fly  anace, 
Our  feeble  powers  decay, 
Swift  as  a  flood  our  hafty  days 
Are  fweeping  us  away. 
4   Yet,  if  our  days  muft  fly 

We'll  keep  their  end  in  fight, 
We'll  fpend  cbem  all  in  wifdom's  way, 
And  let  them  fpced  their  flight. 
£  They'll  waft  us  fooner  o'er 
This  life  s  tempeftuous  fea  ; 
Soon  wefhall  reach  the  peaceful  mors 
Of  bleit  eternity. 
PSALM  91.     Ver.  1  —  7.  Firjl  Part.  Long  Metres 
Safety  in  Public  Difeajes  and  Danger. 

1  T  TE  that  hath  made  his  refuge  God, 
JL  JL      Shall  find  a  molt  iecure  abode; 
Shall  walk  all  day  beneath  his  fhade, 
And  there  at  night  (hall  reft  his  head, 

2  Then  will  I  fay,  "  My  God,  thy  pow'r 
"  Shall  be  my  fortrefs  and  my  tow'r  ; 

"  I  that  am  form'd  of  feeble  duft 
<{  Make  thine  almighty  arm  my  trull." 
H  4 


i8S  PSALM    XCI. 

3  Thrice  hapoy  man!  thy  Maker's  care 
Shall  keep  ihee  from  the  fowler's  fnare; 
From  Satan's  wiles,  who  ftill betrays 
Unguarded  fouls  a  ihoufand  ways. 

4  Juft  as  a  hen  protects  her  brood, 

From  birds  of  prey  thatfeek  their  blood, 
The  Lord  his  faithful  faints  fhall  guard, 
And  endlefs  life  be  their  reward. 

5  If  burning  beams  of  noon  confpire 
To  dart  a  peftilential  fire  ; 

God  is  their  life,  his  wings  are  fpread 
To  fhield  them  with  an  healthful  fhade. 

6  If  vapours  with  malignant  breath 

Rife  thick,  and  Scatter  midnight  death, 
Ifra'l  is  fafe  :   the  poifon'd  air 
Grows  pure,  if  Ifra'l's  God  be  there. 

Pause. 


7  What  tho'  a  thoufand  at  thy  fide, 
Around  thy  path  ten  thousand  dy'd, 
Thy  God  his  chofen  people  faves 
A  mongil  the  dead,  amidll  the  graves. 

Z  So  when  he  fent  his  angel  down 
To  make  his  v.  rath  in  Egypt  known, 
And  flew  theii  Tons,  his  careful  eye 
Pi.lt  all  the  doors  of  Jacob  by. 

9  But  it  the  fire,  or  plague,  or  fword, 
Receive  commiffionfrom  the  Lord, 
To  ftrike  his  faints  among  the  reft, 
Their  very  tiains  and  deaths  are  bleft. 

to  The  fword,  the  peftilence,  or  fire 
Shall  but  lulPl  their  beft  defue  ; 
From  fins  nnd  iorrows  fet  rhem  free 
And  bung  thy  children.  Lord,  to  thee, 


PSALM    XCI.  i89 

PS  AL  M  gt.Ver.  9 — 16.  Second  Part.  Com,  Metre. 

Proteclion  from  Death,   Guard  of  Angels,  Victory  and, 
Deliverance, 

x   "\7"E  fons  of  men,  a  feeble  race, 
X       Expos'd  to  ev'ry  fnare, 
Come  make  the  Lord,  your  dwelling  place, 
And  try  and  truft  his  care. 

2  No  ill  fhall  enter  where  you  dwell; 

Or  if  the  plague  come  nigh, 
And  fweep  the  wicked  down  to  hell, 
'Twill  raife  the  faints  on  high. 

3  He'll  give  his  angels  charge  to  keep 

Your  feet  in  all  their  ways  ; 
To  watch  your  pillow  while  you  fleep, 
And  guard  your  happy  days. 

4  Their  hand  fhall  bear  you  left  you  fall 

And  dafh  againft  the  ftones  ; 

Ave  they  not  fervants  at  his  call, 

And  fent  t'  attend  his  fons  ? 

5  Adders  and  lions  ye  fhall  tread  ; 

The  tempter's  wiles  defeat : 
He  that  hath  bruis'd  the  ferpent's  head 
Puts  him  beneath  your  feet. 

6  "  Becaufe  on  me  they  fet  their  love, 

"  I'll  fave  them,  faith  the  Lord  j 
"  I'll  bear  their  joyful  fouls  above, 
"  Deftru&ion  and  thefword. 

7  "  My  grace  fhall  anfwer  when  they  call, 

'•'•   In  trouble  I'll  be  nigh  ; 
"  My  pow'r  fhall  help  them  when  they  faU9 
"  And  raife  them  when  they  die. 

8  "  Thore  that  on  earth  my  name  have  known^. 

Si   I'll  honour  them  in  heav'n  ; 
«■   Thr^e  my  falvation  fhall  be  fhown, 
gi  And  endlefs  life  be  giv'n." 
H5 


*?•  PSALM    XCII. 

P  S  A  L  M     92.     /Y/y2  Pari.     Long  Metre, 
,4  P/fc/rc  for  the  Lord's  Day 

1  QWEET  is  the  work,  ray  God,  my  King, 
O  To  praiie  thy  name  give  thanks  and  frog, 
To  mow  thy  iove  by  morning  light, 

And  talk  of  all  thy  truth  at  night. 

2  Sweet  is  the  day  of  facred  reft, 

No  mortal  care  {hall  feize  my  bread, 
O  may  my  heart  in  tune  be  found, 
Like  David's  harp  of  folemn  found  ! 

3  My  heart  (hall  triumph  in  my  Lord, 
Ar.d  blefs  his  works  and  blefs  his  word, 
Thy  works  of  grace  how  bright  they  fhinel 
How  deep  thy  counfels!  how  divine! 

4  Fools  never  rajfe  their  thoughts  fo  high; 
Like  brutes  they  live,  like  brutes  they  dies 
Like  gjrafs  they  flourifn,  'till  thy  breath 

'  -  fts  them  in  everlaftiug  death. 

5  But  I  (hall  fhare  a  glorious  part 
When  grace  hath  well  refin'd  my  heart* 

'   'd  frefh  (implies  of  joy  are  fhed 
Like  holy  oihe  chc-:r  my  head. 

6  Sin  (my  «fc'orf-  enemy  before) 

Shall  vex  my  eyes  and  ears  no  more; 
!,!•  inward  roes  (ball  all  be  (lain, 
For  Satan  break  my  peace  agaia. 

7  Then  (hall  I  fee  and  hear  and  know 
All  I  dsfir'd,  or  wifh'd  below; 
And  ev'ry  pow'r  find  fweet  employ 
In  that  eternal  world  of  joy. 

PSALM  92.  Vtr.  12,  &c  Second  Part.  Long  Metre, 

The  Church  is  the  Garden  of  God. 
a   T    ORD,  'tis  a  pleafant  thing  to  (land 

3-J  1°  gardens  p'?n:ed  by  thine  hand  ; 

Let  me  wirhjn  thy  courts  be  fcen 

Like  a  young  c4'dar  frefh,  and  greea. 


PSALM    XCIII.  191 

£  There  grow  thy  faints  in  faith  and  love, 
Bleft  with  thine  influence  from  abovei 
Not  Lebanon  with  all  its  trees 
Yields  fuch  a  comely  fight  as  thefe. 

3  The  plants  of  grace  fhall  ever  live ; 
(Nature  decays,  but  grace  muft  thrive) 
Time,  that  doth  all  things  elfe  impair. 
Still  makes  them  flourifh  ftrong  and  fair. 

4  Laden  with  fruits  of  age  they  fhow, 
The  Lord  is  holy  juft  and  true  ; 
None  that  attend  his  gares  fhall  find 
A  God  unfaithful  or  unkind. 

P  S  A  L  M    93.    Firft  Metre.  As  the  100th  Pfalnn. 

The  Eternal  and  the  Sovereign  God. 
1    TEHOV AH  reigns;  he  dwells  in  light, 

J    Girded  with  majefty  and  might : 

The  world  created  by  his  hands 

Still  on  its  firft  foundation  ftands. 
«    But  ere  this  fpacious  world  was  made, 

Or  had  its  firft  foundation  laid, 

Thy  throne  eternal  ages  ftood, 

Thyfelf  the  ever-living  God. 

3  Like  floods  the  angry  nations  rife, 
And  aim  their  r?ge  againft  Lhe  fkies  ; 
Vain  floods  that  aim  their  rage  fo  high  ! 
At  thy  rebuke  the  billows  die. 

4  Forever  fhall  thy  throne  endure; 
Thy  promife  ftands  for  ever  fure; 
And  everlaft ing  holinefs 
Becomes  the  dwellings  of  thy  grace. 

PSALM  93.  Second  Metre.  As  the  old 50th  Pfalra. 

1  r~jPHE  Lord  cf  glory  reigns,  he  reigns  on  high; 
A     His  robes  of  ftate  are  ftrength  and  majefty; 
This  wide  creation  rofe  at  his  command, 
Built  by  his  word  and  'ftablifh'd  by  his  hand. 
Long  ftood  his  throne  ere  he  began  creation, 
And  his  own  Godhead  is  the  fiira  foundatio&i 


i92  PSALM    XCIII. 

a  God  is  th'  eternal  King;  thy  foes  in  vain 
Raife  their  rebellions  to  confound  thy  reign ; 
In  vain  the  ftorms,  in  vain  the  floods  arife, 
And  roar,  and  tofs  their  waves  againft  the  fkiesj 
Foamingat  heav'ntheyragewith  wild  commotion; 
But  heav'n's  high  arches  fcorn  the  fwelling  ocean. 

3  Ye  tempefts  rage  no  more;  ye  floods  be  ftill ; 
And  the  mad  world  fubmiflive  to  hrs  will : 
Built  on  his  truth  his  church  muft  ever  (land; 
Pirm  are  his  proroifes,  and  flrong  his  hand  : 
See  his  own  fons,  when  they  appear  before  him, 
Bow  at  his  footftool  and  with  fear  adore  him. 

PSALM  93.  Third  Metre.  As  the  old  i22d  Pfalm. 
a  rTHHE  Lord  Jehovah  reigns, 
X       And  royal  ftate  maintains, 
His  head  with  awful  glories  crown'd ; 
Array'd  in  robes  of  light, 
Begirt  with  fov'reign  might, 
And  rays  of  majefty  around. 

2  Upheld  by  thy  commands 

The  world  fecurely  ftands, 
And  fkies  and  fiars  obey  thy  word  ; 

Thv  throne  was  fixton  high 

Ere  flars  adorn'd  the  fky  ; 
Eternal  is  thy  kingdom  Lord. 

3  In  vain  the  noify  croud, 

Like  billows  fierce  and  loud, 
Againft  thine  empire  rage  and  roar; 

In  vain  with  angry  fpite 

The  furly  nations  fight, 
And  d  fh  like  waves  againft  the  (hare. 

i  Let  foods  and  nations  rage, 

And  all  their  pow'r  engage, 
Let  'welling  tides  affault  the  fky  ; 

The  terrors  of  thy  frown 

Shall  beat  their  madnefs  down  ; 
Thy  throne  forever  ftands  on  high. 


PSALM    XCIV.  in 

5  Thy  promifes  are  true, 
Thy  grace  is  ever  new, 
There  fix'd  thy  church  (hall  ne'er  remove  J 
Thy  faints  with  holy  fear 
Shall  in  thy  courts  appear, 
And  fing  thine  everlafting  love. 

[Repeat  the  fourth  Stanza  to  complete  the  Tune. 
PSALM  94.  Ver.  i,  2,  7, 14.  FirJIPart.  Com.  Metre. 

Saints  chajliftd,  and  Sinners  defrayed;  or,  Injlruftive 
Afflictions. 

1  f~\  GOD!  to  whom  revenge  belongs, 
V/     Proclaim  thy  wrath  aloud  ; 

Let  fov'reign  pow'r  redrefs  our  wrongs, 
Let  juftice  fmite  the  proud. 

2  They  fay,  "  The  Lord  nor  fees  nor  hears;'* 

When  will  the  vain  be  wife  ? 
Can  he  be  deaf,  who  form'd  their  ears  ? 
Or  blind,  who  made  their  eyes  ? 

3  He  knows  their  impious  thoughts  are  vain, 

And  they  (hah1*  feel  his  pow'r  : 
His  wrath  (hall  pierce  their  fouls  with  pain 
In  forae  furprifing  hour. 

4  But  if  thy  faints  deferve  rebuke, 

Thou  haft  a  gentler  rod  ; 
Thy  providence,  thy  facred  book 
Shall  make  them  know  their  God. 

5  Bleft  is  the  man  thy  hands  chaftife, 

And  to  his  duty  draw  ; 
Thy  fcourges  make  thy  children  wife 
When  they  forget  thy  law. 

6  But  God  will  ne'er  caft  off  his  faints,. 

Nor  his  own  promife  break  j 
He  pardons  his  inheritance 
For  th«r  Redeemer's  fake.; 


194        PSALM    XCIV,  XCV. 
PSALM  04.    Vef,  16,  23.  Second  Part.  Com.  Metre. 
G^  wr  SuM»H  a^  ^mfort ;  or.  Deliverance  from. 
Temptation  and  Perfection. 

1  XA/^0  w|Warife  and  plead  my  right 
t»Tt.-i         A?a»nft  my  num'rous  foes  ?° 
While  earth  and  hell  their  force  unite, 

And  all  my  hopes  0Pp0fe# 

2  Had  not  the  Lord,  my  rock,  my  help, 

Suftam'd  my  fainting  head. 
My  hfc  had  now  in  fiance  dwelt, 
My  foul  amongft  the  dead. 

3  Alas!   my  Aiding  feet!  I  cry'd, 

Thy  promife  bore  me  up; 
Thy  grace  flood  ctmftant  by  my  fide, 
And  rais'd  my  finking  hope. 

4  While  multitudes  of  mournful  thoughts 

Within  my  bofom  roll, 
Thy  boundlefs  love  forgives  my  faults, 
Thy  comforts  cheer  my  foul. 

5  Powts  of  iniquity  may  rife, 

And  frame  pernicious  laws; 
But  God  my  refuse  rubs  the  fkies, 
He  will  defend  my  caufe. 

6  Let  malice  vent  her  rage  aloud, 

Let  bold  blafphemers  feoff; 
The  Lord  our  God  mail  judge  the  proud, 
And  cut  the  finners  off. 

PSALM     95.     Common  Metre* 
A  Pfj.hu  before  Prayer. 

1  QI!\G  to. che.I-ord  Jehovah's  nam-, 
1    !      And  in  his  ttrengih  rejoice; 
When  his  falvation  is  our  theme, 

Exalted  be  our  voice. 

2  W;;h  thanks  approach  his  awful  fight, 

And  p'alms  of  honour  fing  ; 
The  Lord's  a  God  of  boundlefs  might, 
The  whole  creation's  King, 


PSALM    XCV.  i9s 

3  Let  princes  hear,  let  angels  know, 

How  mean  their  natures  feem, 
Thofe  Gods  on  high,  and  gods  below, 
When  once  compar'd  with  him. 

4  Earth  with  its  caverns  dark  and  deep, 

Lies  in  his  fpacious  hand  ; 
He  fix'd  the  feas  what  bounds  to  keep,. 
And  where  the  hills  muft  land. 

5  Come  and  with  humble  fouls  adore^ 

Come,  kneel  before  his  face; 
O  may  the  creatures  of  his  pow'r 
Be  children  of  his  grace  S 

6  Now  is  the  time  he  bends  his  ear, 

And  waits  for  your requeft ; 
Come,  left  he  rouze  his  wrath  and  fwea?,. 
"  Ye  fhall  not  fee  my  reiV 

PSALM     95.     Short  Metre, 
A  PJahn  before  Sermon. 

1  /"*1  OME,  found  his  praife  abroad^ 
\_>1   And  hymns  of  glory  fiug  ; 
Jehovah  is  the  fov'reign  God, 

The  univerfal  King. 

2  He  form'd  the  deeps  unknown; 

He  gave  the  feas  their  bound  ; 
The  wat'ry  worlds  are  all  his  owe, 
Andall  thefolid  ground. 
g  Come,  worfhip  at  his  throne, 
Come,  bow  before  the  Lord  ; 
We  are  his  works  and  not  our  own  ? 
He  form'd  us  by  his  word. 
4  To-day  attend  his  voice, 

Nor  dare  provoke  his  rod  : 
Come,  like  the  people  of  his  choice^ 
And  own  your  gracious  God. 
«  .But  if  your  ears  ref jfe 

The  language  of  his  grac?> 


196  PSALM    XCV. 

And  hearts  grow  hard  like  ftubborn  Jews, 
That  unbelieving  race: 
6  The  Lord  in  veng'auce  dreft 

Will  lift  his  hand,  and  fwear, 
"  You  that  defpife  my  promis'd  reft, 
"  Shall  have  no  portion  theie." 

P  S  A  L  M  95.  Ver.  i,  2,  3,  6—11.  Long  Metre. 
Canaan  loft  through  Unbelief;  or,  a  Warning  to  delaying 

Sinners. 
1    (~V  O  M  R  let  our  voices  join  to  raife 

V.,1   A  facred  long  of  folemn  praife: 

God  is  a  l'ov'rsign  King;  reheaxfe 

His  honour  in  exalted  verfe. 
±  Come,  ler  our  fouls  addrefs  the  Lord, 

Who  fram'd  our  natures  with  his  word, 

He  is  cur  Shepherd  ;  we  the  fheep 

His  mercy  chofe,  his  paftures  keep. 

3  Come,  let  us  hear  his  voice  to-day, 
The  counfels  of  his  love  obey, 
Ncr  let  our  harden'd  hearts  renew 
The  fins  and  plagues  that  Ifra'l  knew. 

4  Ifra'l,  that  faw  his  works  of  grace 
Yet  tempt  their  Maker  to  his  face ; 
A  faithlefs  unbelieving  brood, 
That  tir'd  the  paiience  of  their  God. 

5  Thus  faith  the  Lord,  "  How  falfe  they  provef 
"  Forget  my  pow'r,  abufe  my  love; 

"  Since  they  defpis'd  my  reft,  1  fwear, 
Ci  Their  feet  fhall  never  enter  there." 

6  [Look  back,  my  foul,  with  holy  dread, 
And  view  thofc  ancient  rebels  dead; 
Attend  the  offered  grace  to-dav, 

Nor  lofe  the  bleflings  by  delay. 

7  Seize  the  kind  promife  while  it  waits, 
And  march  to  Sion's  heav'nly  gates; 
Believe  and  take  the  promis'd  reft  ; 
Obey,  and  be  forever  bleft.] 


PSALM    XCVI,  XCVII.      197 

P  S  A  L  M  96.  Ver.  2,  10,  &c.  Common  Metre* 

Chrifi/ 's  jirjl  andfecond  Coming. 

s  Q  I  N  G  to  the  Lord ,  ye  diftant  lands, 
O  Ye  tribes  of  ev'ry  tongue ; 
His  new  difcover'd  grace  demands 
A  new  and  nobler  fong. 

2  Say  to  the  nations,  Jefus  reigns, 

God's  own  almighty  Son  ; 
His  pow'r  the  finking  world  fuftains, 
And  grace  furrounds  his  throne. 

3  Letheav'n  proclaim  the  joyful  day, 

Joy  through  the  earth  be  feen  ; 
Let  cities  fhiie  in  bright  array, 
And  fields  in  cheerful  green. 

4  The  joyous  earth,  the  bending  fkies 

His  glorious  train  difplay  ; 
Ye  mountains  fink,  ye  valiies  rife, 

Prepare  the  Lord  his  way. 
§  Behold  he  comes,  he  comes  to  blefs 

The  nations  as  their  God  ; 
To  fhow  the  world  his  righteoufnefs. 

And  fend  his  truth  abroad. 

5  His  voice  fhall  raiff  the  flumb'ring  dead, 

And  bid  the  world  draw  near; 
But  how  will  guilty  nations  dread, 
To  fee  their  jur*ge  appear  ! 

PSALM     97,     As  the  113th  Pfalra. 

The  God  of  the  Gentiles, 

1   T    ET  ail  the  earth  their  voi  fe, 

I   *   To  fing  the  cho>ceir  r'     1    of  prarifej 

To  fing.and  blefs  Jehi  lame : 

His  glory  let  the  h  itherj 
His  wonders  to  th 

Au4  ail  r.ii  iHnu^  v.ur^t/ivw-..-:. 


i98  PSALM    XCVII, 

2  The  heathens  know  thy  glory,  Lord, 
The  wond'ring  nations  read  thy  word, 

But  here  Jehovah's  nanv:  is  known  : 
Nor  fhall  our  worfhip  e'er  be  p?id, 
To  gods  which  mortai  hands  have  made; 

Our  Maker  is  our  Gorl  alone. 

3  Hefram'd  the  globe,  he  built  the  fky, 
He  made  the  fliining  worlds  on  high, 

And  reigns  complete  in  glory  there; 
His  beams  are  majefty  and  light : 
His  beauties  hnw  divinely  bright! 

His  temple  how  divinely  fair  ! 

4  Come  the.  great  day,  the  glorious  hcur, 
When  earth  fhall  feel  his  faving  pow'r, 

And  barb'rous  nations  fear  his  name  : 
Then  fhall  the  race  of  men  confefs 
The  beauty  of  his  holinefs, 

And  in  his  courts  his  grace  prcclaim. 

PSALM  97.  Per.  1—5.  Firfi  Patt',  Long  Metre. 
Chrijl  reigning  in  Heaven^  and  coming  to  Judgment, 

1    T_T  E  reigns;  the  Lord,  the  Saviour  reigns  ! 

JLl   Praiie  him  in  evangelic  drains  : 

J  et  the  whole  earth  in  fongs  rejoice, 

And  diftant  Iflcinds  join  their  voice. 
2.   Deep  are  his  counfels  and  unknown  ; 

Butgrsce  and  truth  fupport  his  throne  : 

Tho'  gloomy  clouds  his  way  fui  round  : 

Juitice  is  their  eternal  ground. 

3  In  robes  of  judgment,  lo,  he  comes, 
Shakes  the  wide  earth  and  clfaves  the  tombs; 
Before  him  burns  devouring  fire, 

The  mountains  melt,  the  leas  retire. 

4  His  enemies  with  fore  difmay, 

Fly  from  the  fight  and  Ihun  the  day; 
Then  lift  your  heads,  ye  faints,  on  high, 
And  ling,  for  your  redemption's  nigh. 


PSA  LM    XCVII.  199 

fSALM  97.  Ver.  6—9.  Second  Part.  Long  Metre* 

Chnft's  Incarnation. 

1  rT"'  H  E  Lord  is  come  ;  the  heaVns  proclaim 
A     His  birth  ;  the  nations  learn  his  name; 
An  unknown  ftar  dirc&s  the  road 
Of  eaftern  fages  to  their  God, 

3  All  ye  bright  armies  of  the  {kies, 
Go,  worfhip  where  the  Saviour  lies: 
Angels  and  kings  before  him  bow, 
Thofe  gods  on  high  and  gods  below. 

4  Let  idols  totter  to  the  ground, 

And  their  own  worfhippers  confound: 

But  Sion  fhall  his  glories  fing. 

And  earth  confefs  her  fov'reign  king, 

PSAi  M     97.     Third  Pari.  Long  Metre* 

Grace  and  Glory. 

1  'T"1  H'  Almighty  reigns  exalted  high 

JL     O'er  all  the  earth,  o'er  all  the  Iky  ; 
Tho'  clouds  and  darknefs  veil  his  feet, 
His  dwelling  is  the  mercy-feat. 

2  O  ye  that  love  his  holy  namf , 
Hate  ev'ry  work  of  fin  and  fhame  ; 
He  guards  the  fouls  of  all  his  friends, 
And  from  the  fnares  of  hell  defends. 

3  Immortal  light,  and  joys  unknown, 
Are  for  the  faints  in  darknefs  fown  ; 
Thofe  glorious  feeds  fhall  fpring  and  rife, 
And  the  bright  harveft  blefs  our  eyes. 

4  Rejoice,  ye  righteous,  and  record 
The  facred  honours  of  the  Lord  5 
None  but  the  foul  that  feels  his  grace 
Can  triumph  in  his  holinefjs, 


2oo     PSALM     XCVII,  XCVIII. 
PSALM  97.  Ver.  3,  5—7,  11.  Common  Metre.' 
Chrift's  Incarnation  and  the  lajl  Judgment. 

1  T    ET  earth,  with  ev'ry  ifle  and  fea 
Jl->   Rejoice,  the  Saviour  reigns  : 
His  word  like  fire  prepares  his  way, 

And  mountains  melt  to  plains. 

2  His  prefence  finks  the  proudeft  hills, 

And  makes  the  vallies  rife ; 
The  humble  foul  enjoys  his  fmiles, 
The  haughty  finner  dies. 

3  The  heav'ns  his  rightful  pow'r  proclaim; 

The  idol-gods  around 
Fill  their  own  worlhippers      th   fhame, 
And  totter  to  the  ground. 

4  Adoring  angels  at  his  birth 

Make  the  Redeemer  known; 
Thus  fhall  he  come  to  judge  the  earth, 
And  augels  guard  his  throne. 

5  His  foes  fhall  tremble  at  his  fight, 

And  hills  arid  feas  retire  : 
His  children  take  their  unknown  flight, 
And  leave  the  world  on  fire. 

6  The  feeds  of  joy  ?nd  glory  fown 

For  faints  in  darknefs  here, 
Shall  rife  and  fpring  in  worlds  unknown, 
And  a  rich  harvelt  bear. 

pSALM     98.    Firjl  Pan.     Common   Metre. 

Praifefor  the  Co/pel. 

1  HP  O  oui  almighty  Maker,  God, 

X     New  honours  be  addrefs'd  ; 

His  great  falvation  mines  abroad  ; 

Avid  makes  the  nations  bleft. 

2  To  Abrah'm  firft  he  fpoke  the  word, 

And  taught  his  num'rous  race; 
The  Gentiles  own  hiin  fov'reign  Lord, 
And  leam  to  truft  his  grace. 


PSALM    XCVIII,  XCIX.    \ 

3  Let  the  whole  earth  his  love  proclaim 
With  all  her  ciifFrent  tongues ; 
And  fpread  the  honour  of  his  name 
In  melody  and  fongs, 

PS  A  L  M     98.     Second  Part.     Common  Metre, 
The  Mefiiah's  Coming  and  Kingdom, 
I     TOY  to  the  world,  the  Lord  is  come, 
,J      Let  earth  receive  her  King-; 
Let  ev'ry  heart  prepare  him  room, 
And  heav'n  and  nature  fing. 
fi  Joy  to  the  earth,  the  Saviour  reigns, 
Let  men  their  fongs  employ  ; 
While  fields  and  floods,  rocks,  hills  and  plains. 
Repeat  the  founding  joy. 

3  No  more  let  fins  and  forrows  grow, 

Nor  thorns  infeft  the  ground  : 
He  comes  to  make  his  bleflings  flow, 
Far  as  the  cuife  is  found. 

4  He  rules  the  world  wiih  truth  and  grace, 

And  makes  the  nations  prove 
The  glories  of  his  righteoufnefs, 
And  wonders  of  his  love. 

PSALM     gg.     Firji  Part.    Short  Metre, 

Chriji's  Kingdom  and  Majejly. 

1  r  I  "HE  God  Jehovah  reigns, 

X       Let  all  che  nations  fear; 

Letfinners  tremble  at  his  throne, 

And  faints  be  fcumble  there. 

2  Jefus  the  Saviour  reigns; 

Let  earth  adore  its  Lord; 
Bright  cherubs  his  attendants  fiand, 
Swift  to  fulfil  his  word. 

3  In  Sion  tfands  his  throne, 

His  honours  are  divine  ; 
His  church  fhall  make  his  wonders  known. 
For  there  his  glories  fhiae. 


402  PSALM    XCIX,    C. 

4  How  holy  is  his  name  ! 

How  tenibie  his  praife  ! 
Julttce  and  truth,  and  judgment  join 
In  all  his  works  of  grace. 

PSALM     99.     Second  Part.  Short  Metre, 
A  hoh  God  zvor flubped  with  Reverence. 

1  "C1  XALT  the  Lord  oiw  God, 
JL_i  And  worihip  at  his  feet  ; 
His  nature  is  all  hoiinefs, 

And  mercy  is  his  feat. 

2  When  I f r  a '  1  was  his  church, 

When   Aaron  was  his  prieft, 
When  Mofes  cry'd,  when  Samuel  pray'd. 
He  gave  his  people  reft. 

3  Oft  he  forgave  their  fins, 

Nor  would  deftroy  their  race  ; 
And  eft  he  made  his  veng'ance  known 
, .  When  they  abus'd  his  grace. 

4  Exalt  the  .Lord  our  God, 

Whole  grace  is  (till  the  fame  ; 
Still  he's  a  God  of  hoiinefs, 
And  jealous  for  his  name. 

P  S  A  L  M    100.    Firft  Metre.  ApkinTrvJlaticn.  ... 

Praife  to  our  Creator, 
t  "\7E  r.at ions  round  the  earth,  rejoice 

\       Before  the  Lord,  your  fov'reigu  King; 
Serve  him  with  cheerful  heart  and  voice, 
With  all  your  tongues  his  g'ory  fing. 
-    2  The  Lordis  G&d  ;  'lis  heakme 

Djth  life  and  breath,  and  being  give  : 
VJe  are  his  work,  and  not  our  own  ; 
The  fffcep  that  on  his  paftureslive. 
3  Enter  his  gates  with  fongs  of  joy, 
With  praife s  lo  his  courts  repair  ; 
And  makei:  your  divine  employ 
To  pjy  your  thanks  and  hoaouFS'  there 


PSALM    C,  CI.  sa$ 

4  The  Lord  is  good,  the  Lord  is  kind  ; 
Great  is  his  grace,  his  merry  Cure  ; 
And  trie  whole  race  of  man  fhall  find 
His  truth  from  age  to  age  endure. 

PSALM     roo.     Second  Metre.     A  Paraphrafe. 

t    T)  EFO  RE  Jehovah's  awful  throne, 
1J       Ye  nations,  bow  with  facred  joy  ;: 
Know  that  the  Lord  is  God  alone  ; 
He  can  create  and  he  deftroy. 
.  g  His  fov'reign  pow'r  without  our  aid 
Made  us  of  clay,  and  form'd  us  men  ? 
And  when  like  wand'ring  fheep  we  ftray'dy 
He  brought  us  to  his  fold  again. 
3  We  are  his  people,  we  his  care, 
Our  fouls,  and  all  our  mortal  frame  ; 
What  lading  honours  fhall  we  rear; 
Almighty  Maker,  to  thy  name  ? 

4.  We'll  croud  thy  gates  with  thankful  fongsr 
High  as  the  heav'n,  our  voices  raifc  ; 
And  earth  with  her  ten  ihoufand  tongues 
Shall  fill  thy  courts  with  founding  praife. 

5  Wide  as  the  world  is  thy  command 
Vaft  as  eternity  thy  love  ; 

Firm  as  a  rock  thy  truth  mufi  (land, 
When  rolling  years  mall  ceafe  to  move. 

*  PSALM     ioi.'  Long  Metre. 

The  Magiflrate's  Pfalm. 

j.  T\  /FE  R  C  Y  and  judgment  are^my  fong, 
iVJL     And  fince  they  both  to  thee  belong,. 
My  gracious  God,  my  righteous  King,  -  * 

To  thee  my  fongs  and  vows  I  bring. 

2  If  I  am  rais'd  to  bear  the  fwoid; 
*  I'll  take  my  counfel  from  thy  word  ; 
Thyjuftice  and  thy  heav'nly  grace 
Shall  bt  the  pattern  of  my  ways,. 


2,04  PSALM    CI. 

3  Let  wifdom  all  my  actions  guide, 
And  let  iry  God  with  me  refide  ;• 
No  wicked  thing  fhall  dwell  with  me, 
Which  mr-y  provoke  thyjealoufy. 

4  No  Tons  of  flander,  rage  and  fkife 
Shall  be  companions  or  my  life  : 
The  haughty  look,  ihe  heart  of  pride 
Within  my  r  ->ors  fhall  ne'er  abide, 

5  [I'll  fcarch  the  land  and  raifethe  iaft 
To  poftsof  honour,  wealth  ?nd  truft  : 
The  men  that -work  thy  holy  will 
Shall  be  my  friends  andfav'rres  ftill.] 

6  In  vain  ihall  fmners  hope  to  rife 
By  flatt'ring  or  malicious  lies  ; 
Nor,  while  the  innocent  I  guard, 
Shall  bold  offenders  e'er  be  fpar'd. 

7  The  impious  cr  w  (that  factious  band) 
Shall  hide  their  heads,  or  quit  the  land  ; 
And  all  that  break  the  public  reft, 
Where  I  have  pow'r,   fhall  be  fuppreft. 

PSALM     ioi.     Common  Metre. 
A  Pfalmfor  a  Majer  of  a  Family. 
i   f\F  juftice  and  of  grace  1  fing, 
\^/      And  pay  mv  God  my  vows; 
Thy  grace  and  juftice  heav'nly  King, 
Teach  me  to  rule  thy  houfe. 
2  Now  to  my  tent,  O  God  repair, 
And  make  thy  fervant  wile  ; 
I'll  fuffer  nothing  near  me  there 
That  fhall  offend  thine  eyes. 
4  The  man  that  doth  his  neighbour  wrong 
By  falfehood  or  by  force, 
The  fcornful  eye,  the  fland'rous  tongue, 
I'll  thruft  them  from  my  doors. 
g  I'll  feek  the  faithful  and  the  juft, 
And  will  their  help  enjoy; 
Theie  are  the  friends  that  I  ihall  truft, 
The  feirvants  I'll  employ. 


PSALM    CII.  2& 

$  The  wretch  that  deals  in  fly  deceit 

I'll  not  endure  a  night; 
^    The  liar's  tongue  I  ever  haie, 
And  banifh  from  my  fight. 
6  I'll  purge  mv  family  around, 
And  roijfce  trie  wicked  flee;: 
So  (hall  mv  houfe  be  ever  found 
A  d  welling  fit  for  thee. 

*  S  A  L  M   102.     Ver.   i_13.  ^  21i  ft?j  p 
Common  Metre. 

A  Prayer  for  the  AffiiUed. 

4  TT  I A  Rrme'  °  God'  nor  hide  ^y  face, 
JLj.  But  anfvver,  left  I  die  :  * 

Haft   t.nunot  built  a  throne  of  grace, 
To  hear  when  tinners  cry  ? 
i-  My  days  are  wafted  like  the  fmoke 
DifToU'ing  in  the  air  ; 
My  ftrength  is  dry'd..  my  heart  is  broke, 
ftnd  finking  in  defpair. 

!-  My  fpirits  fbg  like  with'ring  grafs 

Burnt  wi.h  exceflive  heat; 
In  fecret  groans  mv  minutes  pafs 

And  I  forget  to  eat. 
f  As  on  fome  lonely  building's  ton 

The  fparrow  tells  her  m-,an, 
Far  from  the  tents  of  joy  and  hope 

I  lit  and  gneve  alone. 
My  foul  is  like  a  wildemefs, 

Whe;e  beafts  of  midnight  howl? 
Where  the  fad  raven  fi,ds  her  place, 

And  where  the  /creaming  owl. 
Dark  difmal  thoughtsand  boding  fears 

Dwell  in  my  troubled  breaif  ; 
While  fnarp  reproaches  wound  my  ears* 

Nor  give  m.y  fpint  reft-,  3 


ao6  psalm  err. 

7  My  cup  is  mingled  with  my  wees, 

And  tears  are  myrepaft  : 
My  daily  bread  like  ames  grows 
Unpleafant  to  my  taile. 

8  Senfe  can  afford  no  real  joy 

To  fouls  that  feel  thy  frown  ; 
Lord  'twas  thy  hand  advane'd  me  high, 
Thy  hand  hath  caft  me  down. 

9  My  looks  like  wither 'd  leaves  appear; 

And  life's  declining  light 
Grows  faint  as  ev'ning  fhadows  are, 
That  vanifh  into  nigh'. 

10  But  thou  forever  art  the  fame, 

O  my  eternal  God  ; 
Ages  to  come  mail  know  thy  name. 
And  foread  thy  works  abroad. 

11  Thou  wilt  arifc,  and  fhow  thy  face, 

Nor  will  my  Lord  delay, 
Bcvond  th' appointed  hour  of  grace, 
That  long  expecled  day. 

12  He  hears  his  faints,   he  knows  their  cry, 

And  by  myfterious  ways, 
Redeems  the  pris'ners,  doom'd  to  die, 
And  fills  their  tongues  with  praife. 

PSALM  r.02.  Ver.  13— 21.  Second  Part.  Com.  Metre. 
Pfayei  heard,  and  Sion  reficred, 

1  T    E  T  Sion,  and  her  fons  rejoice  ; 
A— i     Behold  the  promis'd  hour  : 

Her  God  hath  heard  her  mourning  voice, 
And  comes  t'  exalt  his  power. 

2  Her  duft  and  ruins  that  remain, 

Are  precious  in  our  eyes ; 

Tho'e  ruins  (hall  be  bu:it  again, 

And  all  that  duft  fhall  rife. 

3  The  Lord  wi'l  raife  jerufakm, 

.      -?re . 

■  s  his  name, 
attend  with  fear. 


PSALM    CII.  zo7 

4  He  fits  a  fov 'reign  on  his  throne, 

With  pity  in  his  eyes  : 
He  hears  the  dying  prifoners  groan, 
And  fees  their  fighs  arife. 

5  He  frees  the  fouls  condemn'd  to  death, 

And  when  his  faints  complain, 
{     It  fhan't  be  faid,  "  that  praying  breath 
"  Was  ever  fpentin  vain." 

6  This  fhall  be  known  when  we  are  dead, 

And  left  on  long  record ; 
That  ages  yet  unborn  may  read, 
And  trufi  and  praife  the  Lord. 

PSALM  102.  Ver.  23—28.  Third  Part.  Long  Metre. 

Man's  Mortality,  and Ckrijl's  Eternity?;  or,  Saints  di? 

but  Oirijl  and  the  Church  live. 
1    IT  is  the  Lord  our  Saviour's  hand, 

-1     Weakens  our  ftrength  amidft  the  race; 
Difeafe  and  death  at  his  command 
Arreffc  us  and  cut  fhort  our  days. 
S  Spare  us,  O  Lord,  aloud  we  pray, 
Nor  let  our  fun  go  down  at  noon  ; 
Tny  years  are  one  eternal  day. 

And  mutt  thy  children  die  fo  foon? 
3  Yet  in  the  midft  of  death  and  grief 

ThisfHought  our  forrow  fhall  afluasr^ 
"  OuiFather  and  our  Saviour  live  ;       " 
"  Clmft  is  the  fame  thro'  ev'ry  age." 
,4  'Tvvas  he  this  earth's  foundation  Jaid; 
Heav'n  is  the  buildin?  of  his  hand  ; ' 
Th-.s  earth  grows  old,  thefer.-::    '       ■'■   Uf'j 
And  all  be  chang'd  at  his  command?   ■*     - 
5  The  ftarry  curtains  of  the  iky 

Like  garments  fhall  be  laidaMde  • 
But  ihll  thy  throne  ftands  firm  and  high  - 
Thy  church  for  ever  mufi  abide       *    * 
I2 


*c3  PSALM    CUT, 

6  before  thy  face  thy  church  fhall  live, 

And  on  thy  throne  thy  children  reign; 
This  dying  world  fhall  they  furvive, 
And  the  dead  faints  be  rais'd  again* 
PSALM  ,o3    Vcr.   ,_7i  Firft  Part.  Long  Metre 

Bhjfing  God  for  his  Goodnefi  to  Soul  and  Body.     . 
2   "DLESS,  O  my  foul,  the  living  God, 
JD  Call  home  thy  thought  that  rove  abroad, 
Let  all  the  powers  within  me  join 
In  work  and  worship  fo  divine  ! 

2  Blcfs,  O  my  foul,  the  Gcd  of  grace.' 
His  favours  claim  thy  higheft  praife; 
Why  mould  the  wonders  he  ha*h  wrought- 
Ee  loll  in  filence  and  forgot  ? 

3  'Tis  he,  my  foul,  that  fent  his  Son 

To  die  for  crimes,  which  thou  haft  done  ; 
He  owns 'he  renfom,  and  forgives. 
The  hourly  follies  of  our  lives. 

4  The  victs  of  the  mind  heheab, 
And  cures  the  pains  that  nature  feels; 
Redeems  the  foul  from  hell,  and  faves 
Our  wafting  lives  from  threat'ning  graves. 

5  Our  youth  decav'd,  his  power  repairs; 
His  mercy  crowns  our  growing  years: 
Ke  Hiss  our  (tore  with  cv-'ry  goodj 

And  feeds  our  fouls  wiih  heav'nly  food, 
5  He  fees  th'  ooprdlor  and  the  oppreft, 

And  often  givs  the  fuff'rers  reft  ; 

But.vii'l  liisjuftice  more  difplay 

In  thelafl  great  rewaiding  day. 
I  [His  power  he  fhow'd  by  Mofes'  hands, 

And  gave  to  Ifra'l  his  commands; 

But  fent  his  tru'h  and  mercy  down 

To  all  the  nations  by  his  Son.  j 
)  Let  the  whole  earth  his  power  confefs, 

Let  the  whole  ear! h  adore  his  grace;. 

The  Gentile  with  the  Jew  fhali  join 

Is  v/orh  and  worfhip  fo  divine, 


PSALM    CUT.  209 

I  'f  S  A  L  M     103.     Second  Part.  Long  Metre. 

!£od's gentle  Chajlifement ;  or,  His  tender  Mercy  to  his 
People. 

I  1   rTH  H  E  Lord,  how  wond'rous  are  his  ways? 
I      How  firm  his  truth  !  how  large  his  grace! 
He  takes  his  mercv  for  his  throne, 
And  thence  he  makes  his  glories  knowo. 
-2  Not  half  fo  high  his  power  hath  fpread 
The  Marry  heav'ns  above  our  head. 
As  his  rich  love  exceeds  our  praife, 
Exceeds  the  high  eft  hopes  we  raife. 

3  Not  half  fo  far  hath  nature  plac'd 
The  rifing  morning  from  the  weft, 
As  his  forgiving  grace  removes 
The  daily  guilt  of  thofe  he  loves. 

4  How  flow  his  awful  wrath  to  rife -I 
On  fwifter  wings  falvation  flies; 
And  if  he  lets  his  anger  burn, 
How  foon  his  frowns  to  pity  turn  ! 

5  Amidft  his  wrath  companion  mines; 
His  flrokes  are  lighter  than  our  fins  ; 
And  while  his  rod  corrects  .is  faints, 
His  ear  indulges  their  complaints. 

6  So  fathers  their  young  fons  chaff  ife, 
With  gen'le  hands  and  melting  eyes  r 
The  children  weep  beneath  the  (mart, 
And  move  the  pity  of  their  heart. 

P  a  u    s   E. 

7  The  mighty  God,  the  wife  and  juft, 
Knows  that  our  frame  is  feeble  duft; 
And  will  no  heavy  loads  impofe 
Beyond  the  ftrength  that  he  beffows. 

8  He  knows  how  foon  our  nature  dies, 
Blailed  by  ev'ry  vind  that  flics  ; 
Like  grafs  we  fpring  and  Jie  as  foon, 
Or  merning  flowers  that  fade  at  noon. 


sio  PSALM    CIII. 

a   But  his  eternal  love  is  fare 

To  all  the  faints,  and  (hall  endure: 
From  zgc  to  age  his  truth  fhall  leign, 
Nor  children's  children  hope  in  vain. 

PSALM  103.  Vtr.  1—7.  FirJlPart.  Short  Metfc. 

Praife  for  Spiritual  and  Temporal  Mercies. 
i    /^l  H  blefs  the  Lord,  my  foul! 
V^/     Let  all  within  me  join, 
And  aid  my  tongue  to  blefs  his  name, 
Whofe  favours  are  divine. 
2,  O  blefs  the  Lord  my  foul  I 
Nor  let  his  mercies  lie, 
Forgotten  in  umhankfulnefs; 
And  without  praifes  die. 
3  'Tis  he  forgives  thy  fins, 

'T.s  he  relieves  thy  pain, 
'Tis  he  that  heals  thy  ficknefTes, 
And  makes  thee  young  again, 
owns  ihy  life  with  love, 
a  tanfom'd  from  the  giave; 
He  that  redeem'd  my  foul  from  hell 
Hath  fcv'reign  pow'r  to  fave. 
5  He  fills  'be  poor  with  good; 
^ives  the  fuff'rers  reft; 
..'.  id  hath  judgments  for  the  proud, 
jufticefox  th'oppreft. 

;  works  and  ways 
:  i  Mofes  known  ; 
.  ut  tne  world  his  truth  aud  grace 
his  beloved  Son. 

.    103.  Vtr.  8— i8.  Second  Part.  Short  Metre. 

Compajfion  of  God;  or,  Mercy  in  the  Midfl  of 
Judgment. 
I  Y  foul,  repeat  his  praife, 
•    JA  JL   Whofe  mercies  are  fo  great ; 
\\    ofe  anger  is  fo  flow  to  rife, 
.  ay  tc  Ebate. 


PSALM    cm. 

s  God  will  not  always  chide;  \ 

And  when  his  ftrokes  are  felt, 
His  ftrokes  are  fewer  than  our  crimes, 
And  lighter  than  our  guilt. 

3  High  as  the  heav'ns  are  rais'd 

Above  the  ground  we  tread, 
So  far  the  riches  of  his  grace 
Our  higheft  thoughts  exceed, 

4  His  power  fubdues  our  fias, 

And  his  forgiving  love, 
Far  as  the  eaft  is  from  the  weft, 
Doth  all  our  guilt  remove. 

5  The  pity  of  the  Lord 

To  thofe  that  fear  his  name. 
Is  fuch  as  tender  parents  feel  ; 
He  knows  our  feeble  frame. 

6  He  knows  we  are  but  duft, 

Scatter'd  with  ev'ry  breath  : 
His  anger  like  a  rifing  wind 
Can  fend  us  fwift  to  death. 

7  Our  days  are  as  the  grafs, 

Or  like  the  morning  flower  ! 
If  one  fharp  blaft  fweep  o'er  the  field. 
It  withers  in  an  hour. 

8  But  thy  compafiicns,  Lord, 

To  endlefs  years  endure; 
And  children's  children  ever  find 
Thy  words  of  promife  fure. 

PSALM  io3.  Va:  19,-22.  Third  Pari,  Short  Metre. 

God's  univerfdl  Dominion  ;  or,  Angels  praifc  the  Lord, 

t  HPHE  Lord  the  fov'reiga  King, 
JL       Hath  fixed  bis  throne  on  high, 
O'er  all  the  heav'nly  world  he  rules,. 
Ani  all  beneath  the  fky. 

1    4. 


ai*  PSALM    CIV. 

a  Yeangelsgreatinmight, 
And  fwifi  to  do  his wiU, 

BlewhyVhe1L?rd•  Wh°fe  voice  7«  hear, 
W  hole  pleafure  ye  fulfil.         7  ' 

3  Let  the  bright  hofts  who  wait 

Theoidets  of  their  King, 
And  guard  hischnrches  when  they  pray, 
Join  m  the  praife  they  fing.  * 

4  Whileall  his  wond'rous  works, 

Thro'  his  vaft  kingdom,  fhow 
Tb5'r,Maket\*g!o>v,  thou»  my  foul, 


*M 


Thro'  his  vaft  kingdom,  fhow 
ir  Makers  glory,  thou 
tail  fing  his  graces  too. 

PSALM     104. 

The  Glory  of  God  in  Creation  and  Providence, 

Y  foul    thy  great  Creator  praife  ; 

w    ■     r^Y,hcn  c!oth'd  in  his  ceiefiial  rays, 
He  in  full  majefty  appears, 
And  (1   e  a  robe  his  glory  wears. 

**Ti*<Akis  Pfllm1  'iff* fa to  ihe  Tme  */***  ft 
*%^*i!f  h  addtngthefe  L  Un« 

Great  is  the  Lord  !   what  tongue  can  frame 
™  equal  honour  to  his  name  ? 

\Otheru<ife  it  mujt  be  fang  as  the  tooth  Pfalrn. 
£    J  ne  heav'ns  are  for  his  curtains  foread  ; 
i"   unFathOm'd  dee.,  he  makes  his  bed: 
J-Wuds  are  his  chariot  when  he  flies        " 
Un   winged  ftormsacrofs  the  fkies. 
5  Angds,  whom  his  own  br.-ath  infpirw, 
««  mmiftersare  flaming  fires; 
And IJwifc as  Ui  .ugh!  tne^r  armies  move 
1  °  tear  b"  veng'ance  or  hia  love, 
t  7he  world's  foundation  by  his  hand 
Is  pws'd,  and  (hi\  forever  ftand  : 
He  bind*  ihe ocean  in  his  chain. 
Left  it  fhuuld  drown  the  earth  again. 


FSAtM'    CIY.  2i3 

$  When  earth  was  cover'd  with  the  flood, 

Which  high  above  the  monntains  flood, 

Hethunder'd,  and  the  ocean  fled, 

ConHn'd  to  its  appointed  bed. 
6  The  fwelling  billows  know  their  bound, 

And  in  their  channels  waik  their  round  j 

Yet  tnenceconvey'd  by  fecret  veins; 

They  fpring  on  hiih,  and  drench  the  "lainc, 
f  He  bids  the  cryftal  fountains  flow, 

And  cheers  the  vailies  as  they  go  ; 
. :  There  gentle  herds  their  thirft  allay, 

And  for  the  ftream  wild  alTes  bray. 

8  From  plea'ant  trees  which  {hade  the  brink. 
The  lark  and  linnet  light  to  drink  ; 
Their  fongs  the  lark  and  linnet  raife, 
And  chide  our  filence  in  his  praife. 

Pause     Firft. 

9  God  from  his  cloudy  ciftem  pours 

On  the  parch'd  earth  enriching  fhow'rs  : 
Tne  grove,  thegarden,  and  the  field, 
»     A  tbcufand  joyful  bieflings  yield. 

10  He  makes  the  graiTy  food  arife, 
And  gives  tne  cattle  large  fupplies; 
With  herbs -for  man  of  various  power, 
To  nourifh  nature,  or  to  cure, 

il   What  noble  fruit  the  vines  produce  ! 

The  olive  yields  a -pleafing  juice  ; 

Our  hearts  are  cbeer'd  with  gcn'rous  wintj  • 

His  gifts  proclaim  his  love  divine. 
12   His  bounteous  hands  »ur  table  fpread, 

He  fills  ©ur  cheerful  ftores  with  bread  ; 

While  food  our  vital  ftrength  imparts, 
.  Let  daily  praife  kifpire  our  hearts. 
Pa  v  s   e     Second, 
53  Behold  the  {lately  cedar  {lands 

Rais'd  in  the  foreft  by  his  hands  ; 

Birds  to  the  boughs  for  Pnelter  fiy, 

And  build  their  nefts  If  cure  on  high,  J  & 


ir+  PSALM     CIV. 

i  4  To  craggy  hills,  afcends  the  goat ; 
And  at  the  airy  mountain's  foot 
The  feebler  creatures  make  their  cell-j 
He  gives  them  wifdom  where  to  dwell. 

15  He  fets  the  fun  his  circling  race, 
-Appoints  the  moon  to  change  her  face  ; 
-And  when  thick  darknefs  veils  the  day, 
Calls  out  wild  beads  to  hunt  their  prey. 

16  Fierce  lions  lead  their  young  abroad, 
And  roaring  afk  their  meat  from  God  ; 
Beit  when  the  morning  beams  arife, 
The  favage  beafts  to  covert  flies. 

17  Then  man  to  daily  labour  goes  ; 
The  night  was  made  for  his  repofe  : 
Sleep  is  thy  gift,  that  fweet  relief 
From  tirefome  toil  and  wafting  grief. 

18  How  ftrange  thy  works  !  How  great  thy  fkill  ! 
While  ev'ry  land  thy  riches  fill  : 

Thy  wifdom  round  the  world  we  fee, 
This  fpacious  earth  is  full  of  thee. 

19  Nor  lefs  thy  glories  in  the  deep, 
Where  fifh  in  millions  fwim  and  creep, 
_Writh  wond'rous  motions,  fwift  or  flow, 
""till  wand'ringin  the  paths  below. 

20  There  fhips  divide  their  wat'ry  way, 
And  flocks  of  fcaly  monfters  play  ; 
The  huge  leviathan  refides, 
And  fearlefs  fports  amid  the  tides. 
Pause     Third. 

21  Vaft  are  thy  works,  almighty  Lord, 
All  nature  refls  upon  thy  word, 

And  the  whole  race  of  creatures  ftands, 
Waiting  their  portion  from  thy  hands. 

22  While  each  receives  his  diff'rent  food, 
Their  cheerful  looks  oronounceit  good  : 
Eagles  and  bears,  and  v\halesand  worms 
Rejoice  and  praife  in  difi'rent  forms. 


PSALM    CV.  2ij 

23  Bat  when  thy  face  is  hid  they  mourn, 
And  dying  to  their  dull  return  ; 
Both  man  and  bead  their  fouls  refign  : 
Life,  breath  and  fpirit,  all  are  thine. 

24  Yet  thou  canft  breath  on  *uft  again, 
And  fill  the  world  with  beafts  and  men  5 
A  word  of  thy  creating  breath 
Repairs  the  waftes  of  time  and  death. 

25  His  works,  the  wonders  of  his  might, 
Are  honour'd  with  his  own  delight  : 
How  aweful  are  his  glorious  ways  ! 
The  Lord  is  dreadful  in  his  praife. 

a6  The  earth  ftands  trembling  at  thy  flroke, 
And  at  thy  touch  the  mountains  frnoke; 
Yet  humble  fouls  may  fee  thy  face, 
And  tell  their  wants  to  fov'reign  gtaoe. 
£7  In  thee  my  hopes  and  wifhes  meet, 
And  make  my  meditations  fweet; 
Thy  praifes  fnali  my  breath  employ 
Till  it  expire  in  endlefs  joy. 
28  While  haughty  finners  die  sccurft, 
Their  glory  bury'd  with  their  duft, 
I  to  my  God,  my  heav'nly  King 
Immortal  hallelujahs  fing. 
P  S  A  L  M     105.     Abridged.  Common    Metre. 

God's  Conduff  to  Ifrael,  and  the  Plagues  of  Egypt. 
a    /"^  I  V  E  thanks  to  God,  invoke  his  name, 
\JF     And  tell  the  world  his  grace  ; 
Sound  through  the  earth  his  deeds  of  fame, 
That  all  may  feek  hi*  face. 
&  Hiscov'nant  which  he  kept  in  mind 
For  num'rous  ages  paft, 
To  num'rous  ages  yet  behind 
In  equal  force  fhall  laft. 
3  He  fware  to  Abr'am  and  his  feed, 
And  made  the  bleflings  fure, 
Gentiles  the  ancient  promife  read, 
And  find  his  truth  endure. 


/i6  P  S  A  LM    CV. 

4  "  Thy  feed  ihaJl  m?ke  all  nations  bleft, 
"  (Sa'dthe  Almighty  voice) 
"   And  Canaan's  land  fha'l  be  th©ir  reft, 
"  The  type  of  heav'nly  joys. 
«J  [How  large  the  ^rant !  how  rich  the  grace  ! 
To  give  them  Canaan's  land, 
"When  they  were  ftrangers  in  the  place, 
A  fmall  and  feeble  band  ! 
6  Like  pilgrims  through  the  countries  round 
Securely  th'ev  remov'd  : 
And  haughty  kings,  that  on  them  frown'd, 
Severely  he  reprov'd. 
'/  "  Touch  mire  anointed,  and  mine  arm 
"  Shall  foon  avenge  the  wrong  ! 
"  The  man  that  does  my  prophets  harm 
"  Shall  know  their  God  isftrong" 
3  Then  let  the  wo^ld forbear  its  rage, 
Nor  put  the  church  in  fear : 
Jfra'lmufl  live  thr  u%h  ev'ry  age, 
And  be  th'  Almighty's  care. 

Pause     Firft. 

$  When  Pharoah  dar'd  to  vex  the  faints, 

And  thus  provok'd  their  God, 

Mofes  was  fent  at  their  complaints, 

Arm'd  with  his  dreadful  rod. 

10  He  calPd  for  darknefs  :   datknefacame 

Like  an  o'erwhelming  flood  ; 
He  turn'd  each  lake  and  ev'ry  ftream 
To  lakes  and   ftrfams  of  blood. 

1 1  He  gave  the  fign,  and  noifome  flies 

Thto'  the  whole  cou  try  ipread  ; 
And  frogs  in  baleful  armies  rife 
About  the  monarch's  bed. 

12  Thro'  fields,  and  towns,  and  palacw 

The  tenfold  veng'an  e  flew  ; 
Locufls  in  fwarms  drvour'd  their  trees, 
And  hail  their  cattla  flew. 


PSALM    CV.  ii\ 

i%  Then  by  an  ange"'s  mkUnigbi  ftroke 
The  flow'rnf  Egypr  dy'd; 
The  flrength  of  ev'ry  houfe  he  broke. 
Their  glory  and  their  pride. 

14  Now  let  the  world  forbear  its  rage-, 
Nor  put  the  church  in  fear  ; 
IJra'l  muji  live  thro*  ev'ry  age. 
And  be  th'  Almighty's  care. 

■Pause     Second. 

;$5  Thus  were  the  tribes  from  bondage  freed) 
And  left  the  hated  ground; 
Rich  with  EgyDtian  fpoils  they  fled, 
Nor  was  one  feeble  found. 

i$  The  Lord  himfelf  chofe  out  their  way, 
And  mark'd  their  journevs  right, 
Gave  them  a  leading  cloud  by  day, 
A  fiery  guide  by  night. 

17   They  thirft;  and  waters  from  the  rock 
In  rich  abundance  flow, 
And  following  ftill  the  courfe  they  took. 
Ran  all  the  defert  through. 

13  O  wond'rous  ftream !  O  bleffed  type 
Of  ever-flowing  grace! 
So  Chrift  our  rock  maintains  our  life 
And  aids  our  wand'ring  race. 

sg  Thus  guarded  by  th'  almighty  hand, 
The  chofen  tribes  poffeil 
Canaan,  the  rich,  the  promii'd  land, 
And  there  enjoy'd  their  reft, 

£0  Then  let  the  world  forbear  its  rage, 
The  church  renounce  h»r  jear  ; 
Jfra'l  mufi  live  thro'  ev'ry  age, 
And  be  tk'  Ainv.ghty's  care. 


ai8  PSALM     CVI. 

PSALM  106.  Ver.  1—5.  Firjl  Part.  Long  Metre. 

Praife  to  God;  or,  Communication  with  Saints, 
!  HPO  God,  the  great,  the  ever  bleft, 
JL     Let  fongs  of  honour  be  addreft  ; 
His  mercy  firm  forever  (lands  ; 
Give  him  the  thanks  his  love  demands. 

2  Who  knows  the  wonders  of  thy  ways  ? 
Who  fhall  fulfil  thy  boundlefs  praife  ? 
Blefl  are  the  fouls  that  fear  thee  ftill, 
And  pay  their  duty  to  thy  will. 

3  Remember  what  thy  mercy  did 
For  Jacob's  race,  thy  chofen  feed ; 
And  with  the  fame  falvation  blefs 
The  meaneft  fuppliant  of  thy  grace. 

4  O  may  I  fee  thy  tribes  rejoice, 

And  aid  their  triumphs  with  my  voice  ! 
This  is  my  glory,  Lord,  to  be 
Join'd  to  thy  faints,  and  near  to  thee. 

PSALM  106.  Part.  II.  Ver.  7,  8, 12,14, 43-48  S.  M. 

IJrael punijhed  and  pardoned  ;  or,  God's  unthangtabic 
Love. 

l   /~V  O  D  of  eternal  love, 
V_T  How  fickle  are  our  ways  ! 
And  yet  how  oft  did  Ifra'l  prove 
Thy  conftancy  of  grace  ! 
51  They  faw  thy  wonders  wrought, 
And  then  thy  praife  theyfur.g; 
But  foon  thy  works  of  pow'r  forgot, 
And  murmur'd  with  their  tongue. 

3  Now  they  believe  his  word, 

While  rocks  with  rivers  flow ; 
Now  with  their  luffs  provoke  the  Lord* 
And  he  redue'd  them  low. 

4  Yet  when  they  mourn'd  their  faults, 

He  hearken'd  to  their  groans; 
Brought  his  own  cov'nant  to  his  thoughts, 
And  call'd  theaa  ftill  his  fans. 


PSALM     CVII.  219 

5  Their  names  were  in  his  book, 

He  fav'd  them  from  their  foes; 
Oft  he  chaftis'd,  but  ne'er  forfook 
The  people  that  he  chofe. 

6  Let  Ifra'lblefs  the  Lord, 

Who  love  their  ancient  race  ; 
And  Chriftians  join  thefokmn  word, 
Amen  to  all  the  praife- 

PSALM     107.     Firfi  Part.  Long  Metre. 
Ifrael  led  te  Canaan^  and  Ckrijlians  to  Heaven. 

1  dT^i  IVE  thanks  to  God,  he  reigns  above, 
V_T  Kind  are  his  thoughts,  his  name  is  love; 
His  mercy  ages  paft  have  known, 

And  ages  long  to  come  fhali  own. 

2  Let  the  redeemed  of  the  Lord 
The  wonders  of  his  grace  record  ; 
Ifra'l,  the  nation  whom  he  chofe, 
And  refcu'd  from  their  mighty  foes, 

3  [When  God's  almighty  arm  had  broke 
Their  fetters  and  ths  Egyptian  yoke, 
They  trac'd  the  defert,  wand 'ring  round  ; 
A  wild  and  folitary  ground  ! 

4  There  they  could  find  no  leading  road, 
Nor  city  for  their  fix'd  abode; 

Nor  food  nor  fountain  to  affuage 
Their  burning  third,  or  hunger's  rage.  1 

5  In. their  diftrefsto  God  they  cry'd, 
God  was  their  Saviour  and  their  guide; 
He  led  their  wand'ring  march  around 

:vAnd  brought  their  tribes  to  Canaan's  ground, 
5  Thus  when  our  fie  ft  releafe  we  gain 

From  fin's  old  yoke,  and  fatan's  chain, 

We  have  this  defert  world  to  pafs, 
A  dang'rous  and  a  tirefome  place. 

Pic  feeds  and  clothes  us  all  the  way, 

He  guides  our  fooifteps  left  we  (tray, 

He  guards  us  with  a  pow'rful  hand, 

And  brings  us  t®  the  heav'nly  land. 


22o  PSAL  M     CVII. 

8  O  let  the  faints  with  joy  record 
Tht  tru;h  and  goodntfs  of  the  Lord  ! 
How  great  his  works!  how  kind  nis  ways  T 
Let  ev'ry  tongue  proHounce  his  pratfe. 
PSALM     107.     Second  Part.  Lo-.g  Metre. 
Cortetlionjor  Sin,  and  Rtie-ijeby  P?ayer. 

1  Tp  R  O  M  age  to  age  exalt  his  name, 

JL     God  and  his  grace  are  ftill  the  fame ; 
He  fii's  the  hungry  foul  with  food, 
And  feeds  the  poor  with  ev'ry  good. 

2  But  if  their  hearts  rebel  and  rile 
Againft  the  God  that  rules  Lhe  fkies  ; 
If  they  rejecl  his  heav'nly  word, 
And  flight  the  counkls  of  the  Lord  : 

3  He'll  bring  their  fpints  to  the  ground, 
And  no  deliv'raoee  ihall  be  found  ; 
Ladrn  with  grief  they  wafte  their  breath- 
Iti  daikn  fs  and  the  fhades  of  death. 

A  Then  to  the  Lord  they  raife  their  cries, 
He  makes  the  dawning  light  arife, 
And  fcaitersill  that  dilmai  fnaie 
That  hung  fo  heavy  round  their  head. 

5  He  cuts  the  bars  of  brafs  in  two, 
And  lets  the  fmiling  pris'ners  thro' ; 
Takes  off"  the  load  of  guilt  ahd  grief, 
And  gives  the  lab'ring  foul  relief. 

6  O  may  the  fons  of  men  record 

The  wond'rous  goodnefsot  the  Lord  ! 

How  gnat  his  .vor«s!  how  kind  his  ways! 

Letev'ry  tongue  pronounce  his  praife. 

PSALM     107.     Third  Part    Long  Metre. 
Intemperance  puni/Iied  and  pardoned,  or,   A  Pfi!mfo7 

the  Glutton  and  the  Drunkard. 
*   \T  *  I  ^T    *  '-n  onfoolifh  plcafures  bent, 
V  tor  his  own  puniuSment  ; 

"Wnat  pa..»s,  what  loathfome  maladies 

From  luxury  and  luii  arifc  i 


PSALM    CVII.  9Bi 

E  The  drunkard  fee's  his  vitals  wafte; 
Yet  drowns  his  health  to  pleafe  hts  tafte; 
*TiIl  all  his  aftive  pow'rs  are  loft, 
And  fainting  life  draws  near  to  duft. 

3  The  glutton  groans,  and  loaths  to  ear, 
His  foul  abhors  delicious  meat; 
Nature  with  heavy  loads  nppreft 
Would  yield  to  death  to  be  releas'd. 

4  Then  how  the  frighten'd  Tinners  fly 
To  God  for  help  with  earned  cry! 

He  hears  their  groans,  prolongs  their  breath, 

And  faves  them  from  approaching  death. 
£  No  med'cines  could  effecl  the  cure 

So  q  nek,  fo  eafy,  or  fo  hire: 

The  deadly  fentence  God  repeals, 

Ke  fends  his  fov'reign  word,  and  heals, ,.     - 
6  O  may  the  fons  of  mm  record 

The  wond'rous  gocdnefs  of  the  Lord! 

And  let  their  thankful  off'ring  Drove 

How  they  adore  their  Maker's  love, 

P  S  A  L  M     107.     Woahk  Part.  Long  Metre. 

Deliverance  from  Storms  and  Shipwreck;  or,  The  Sea- 
man's Song. 
1  TITOULD  von  behold  the  works  of  God, 
V  V     His  wonders  in  the  wor!d  abroad, 
With  the  b'^ld  mariner  furvey 
The  unknown  regions  of  the  fea. 

5  They  leave  their  narive  ihores  behind, 
And  feize  'he  favour  of  the  wind  ! 
'Till  God  command,  ar?.d  temoefh  rife 
That  heave  the  ocean  to  the  fkies. 

3  Now  to  the  heav'ns  thev  m^nnt  amain, 
N  "»w  fink  to  d'eadful  deeps  again  ; 
What  Aranoe affrights  young  fa;lor»  feel, 
Aud  like  a  flag g' ting  drunkard  reel! 


iii  PSALM    CVII. 

4  When  land  is  far,  and  death  is  nigk, 
Loft  to  all  hope  to  God  thev  cry  : 
His  mercv  hears  their  loud  addrefsj 
And  fends  falvation  in  diftrefs. 

5  He  bids  the  winds  their  wrath  affuage, 
And  florin y  tempefts  ceafe  to  rage; 
The  gbdfome  train  their  fears  give  o'e* 
And  hail  with  joy  their  native  fhore. 

6  O  may  the  fons  of  men  record 

The  worid'rous  goodnefsof  the  Lord  ! 
Let  them  their  private  off'iings  bring, 
And  in  the  church  his  glory  £ng. 

PSALM     107.     Fifth  Part.  Common  Metre* 

The  Manner's  PfMm. 

1  r  I  "  H  Y  works  of  glory,  mighty  Lord, 

X     That  rule  the  boift'rous  fea, 
The  fons  of  courage  mail  record, 
Who  tempt  that  dang'rous  way. 

2  At  thy  command  the  winds  arife, 

And  fwell  the  tow'ring  waves  ! 
The  men  aftonilh'd  mount  the  fkies, 
And  fink  in  gaping  graves. 

3  [Again  they  climb  the  wat'ry  hills, 

And  plunge  in  deeps  again; 
Each  like  a  tott'ring  drunkard  reels, 
And  finds  his  courage  vain. 

4  Frighted  to  hear  the  tempeft  roar, 

They  pant  with  fiutt'iing  breath; 
And  hopelefs  of  the  diftant  fhore, 
Ex  peel  immediate  death.] 

5  Then  to  the  Lord  they  raife  their  cries; 

He  hears  the  loud  requeft, 
And  orders  filence  thro'  the  fkies, 
And  )ds  to  reft. 

6  Sailors  rejoice  to  lofe  their  fears, 

And  fee  the  ftorms  a'.Iay'd  : 
Now  to  their  eyes  the  port  appears  £ 
cir  vows  be  paid. 


P  S  A  L  M    CVI.I.  123 

ij  'Tis  God  that  brings  them  Cafe  to  land; 
Let  flupid  mortals  know. 
That  waves  are  under  his~command, 
And  all  the  winds  that  blow. 
8  O  that  the  fons  of  men.  would  praife 
The  goodnefs  of  the  Lord  ! 
And  thofe  that  fee  thy  wond'rous  ways, 
Thy  wond'rous  love  record. 

PSALM    107.     Laft  Fart.  Long  Metre. 
Colonies  planted;  or,  Natisns  blejl  and  punifhed. 

1  TT7HEN  God,  provok'd  with  daring  crimes, 

VV     Scourges  the  madnefsof  the  times. 
He  turns  their  fields  to  barren  fand, 
And  dries  the  rivers  from  the  land. 

2  His  word  can  raife  the  fprings  again, 
And  make  the  wither'd  mountains  gre-en, 
Send  fhow'ry  bleflings  from  the  ikies  ; 
And  harveft's  in  the  defert  rife. 

3  [Where  nothing  dwelt  but  beafts  of  prey, 
Or  men  as  fierce  and  wild  as  they, 

He  bids  th'  opppreft  and  poor  repair, 
And  builds  them  towns  and  cities  there. 

4  They  fow  the  fields,  and  trees  they  plant, 
Whofe  yearly  fruits  fupplies  their  want; 
Their  race  grows  up  from  fruitful  flocks, 
Their  wealth  iucreafes  with  their  flocks. 

£  Thus  they  are  bleft  :  but  if  they  fin, 
He  lets  the  heathen  nations  in, 
A  lavage  crew  invades  their  lands, 
Their  princes  die  by  barb'rous  hands,* 

6  Their  captive  fons,  expos'd  to  fcorn, 
Wander  unpity'ci  and  forlorn; 

The  country  lies  unfenc'd,  untill'd, 
And  defolation  fpreadsthe  field. 

7  Yet  if  the  humbled  nation  mourns, 
Again  his  dreadful  hand  he  turns: 
Again  he  makes  their  cities  thrive, 
And  bids  the  dying  churches  live.] 


2.24         PSALM    CVIII,  CIX. 

8  The  righteous  with  a  joyful  fenfe 
Admire  the  works  of  Providence; 
And  tongues  of  atheifts  fhall  no  more, 
Blafpheme  the  God  that  faints  adore. 

9  How  few  with  pious  care  rcord 
Thefe  wondrous  dealings  of  the  Lord! 
But  wife  obferver*  ftill  fhall  find 

The  Lord  is  holy,  juft  and  kind. 

PSALM     108.     Common  Metre, 
A  Song  of  Praife. 
t     A   WAKE,  mv  foul,  to  found  his  praifej 
ii    Awake  mv  harp  to-  Ting; 
Join  all  my  pow'rs  the  fong  to  raife, 
And  morning  incenje  bring. 

2  Among  the  people  of  his  care, 

And  thro'  the  nations  round; 
Glad  fongs  of  praife  wili  I  prepare. 
And  there  his  name'  refound. 

3  Be  thou  exalted,  O  my  God, 

A"bove  the  flarrv  train ; 
Diffufe  thy  heav'nly  grace  abroad, 
And  teach  "the*  world  thy  reign, 

4  So  fhall  thy  cho'en Tons  rejoice, 

And  throng  thy  courts  above; 
While  finners'.hfar  thy  p'ard'ning  voice, 
And  tafte  redeeming -rove. 

PS'VLM  109    Ver.   \—§^%\.  Common  Metre. 

'Line  to  Enemies  from  th^Example  of  Chrijl. 
1    f~**  OD  of  my-  mercy  snd  my  praife, 
*^-T    Thy  glory  Is  mv  f'1^; 
Tho'  Tinners  fprak  a^ainft  thy  grace 
With  a  blafnheminc:  tong.ie. 
s  When  in  the  form  of  mortal  man 
Thv  Son  nn  ear'h  was  found  ; 
With  cruel  (lenders  f^lfe  and  vain 
They  compafs'd  him  around. 


PSALM    CX.  %a$ 

3  Their  mis'rics  his  companion  move, 
Their  peace  he  ftill  purfu'd  ; 
They  render  hatred  fer  his  love, 
And  evil  for  his  good. 
|  Their  malice  rag'd  without  a  caufe,. 
Yet  with  his  dying  breath 
He  pray'd  for  murd'rers  on  his  crofs,. 
And  bleft  his  foes  in  death. 
j.-  Lord  (hall  thy  bright  example  thins 
In  vain  betore  my  eyes; 
Give  me  a  foul  a-kin  to  thine, 
To  love  mine  enemies. 
5  The  Lord  fhall  on  my  fide  engage, 
And  in  my  Saviour's  name 
I  fhall  defeat  their  pride  and  rage, 
Who  (lander  and  condemn. 

PSALM     no.     Firfi  Part.     Long  Metre, 

Chrift  exalted,  and  Multitudes  convated  ;.  or,  The  Sue? 

cefs  of  the  GofpeL 

t   npHUS  God  th'  eternal  Father  fpake' 
JL     To  Chrift  the  Son,  «  Afcend  and  fit 
ts  At  my  right  hand,  'till  I  fhall  make 
"  Thy  foes  fubmiflive  at  thy  feet. 

«    '•  From  Sion  fhnll  thy  word  proceed, 
i(  Thy  word,  the  fceptre  in  thy  hand, 
"  Shall  make  the  hearts  of  rebels  bleed,. J 
"  And  bow  theii  W4lls  to  thy  command.' 

3  "  That  day  fhall  fhow  thy  pow's  is  great.      * 
"■  When  *aints  fhall  flock  with  willing  minds, 
"  And  finners  cioud  thy  temple-gaie, 
«  Where  holinefs  in  beauty  fhines." 

A  "  O  bleffed  Pow'r  !  O  glorious  day  ! 
«  Wha'  a  large  vift'ry  fhall  enfue; 
"  And  converts,    who  thy  gr^ce  obey, 
«J-  Exceed  the  drops  of  morning  dew," 


226  P  S  A  L  M    -CX. 

P  S  A  L  M    'no.     Second  Part.  Long  Metre. 
Tin  Kingdom  and  Prieflhood  of  Chrijl. 
X  r  |  ,  H  U  S  the  great  Lord  of  earth  and  Tea 
X     Spake  to  his  Son,  and  thus  he  ("wore  ; 
"  Eternal  (hall  thy  priefthood  be, 
"  And  change  from  hand  to  hand  no  more. 

2  u  Aaron,  and  all  his  fons  mufl  die  : 
"  But  everlafting  life  is  thine, 

"  To  fave  forever  thole  that  fly 

"   For  refuge  from  the  wrath  divine. 

3  "  By  me  Melchifedec  was  made 

*'  On  earth  a  king  and  prieft  at  once  ; 

"   And  thou,  my  heav'nly  Prieft  fhalt  plead, 

"   And  thou,  my  King,  fhalt  rule  my  fons. 

4  jefus  the  Prieft  afcends  his  throne, 
While  counfels  of  eternal  peace, 
Between  the  Father  and  the  Son, 
Proceed  with  honour  and  fuccefs. 

5  Thro'  the  whole  earth  his  reign  fhall  fpread, 
And  crufh  the  pow'rs  that  dare  rebel : 
Then  fhall  he  judge  the  rifing  dead, 

And  fend  the  guilty  world  to  heli. 

6  Tho'  while  he  treads  his  glorious  way, 
Ke  drinks  the  cup  of  threats  and  blood, 
The  fufPrings  of  that  dreadful  day 
Shall  but  advance  him  near  to  God. 

PSALM     no.     Common  Metre-. 
ChrijVs  Kingdom  and  Priefthood. 

1  TESUS,  our  Lord  afcend  thy  throne 
J    And  near  thy  Father  fit ; 

In  Sion  fhall  thy  pow'i  be  known, 
And  make  thy  foes  fubmit. 

2  What  wonders  fhall  thy  gofpel  do  ! 

Thy  converts  mall  furpafs 
The  num'rous  drops  of  morning-dew, 
And  own  thy  fov 'reign  grace. 


P^AJM'    CXI.  %t? 

»  God  hath  proneunc'd'a  firm  decree, 

Nor  changes  what  he  fwore  ; 
I   «  Eternal  (hail  thy  priefthood  be, 

"   When  Aaron  is  no  more. 
4  »  Melchifedec,  that  wond'rous  prieft, 
«  That  king  of  high  degree, 
"  That  holy  man  who  Abra'rn  bleft 
«  Was  bat  a  type  of  thee." 
£   Jefus  our  Prieft  for  ever  lives 
To  plead  for  us  above; 
Jefus  our  King  for  ever  gives 
The  b^e flings  of  his  love. 
6  God  fhail  exalt  his  glorious  head, 
And  his  hargh  throne  maintain, 
Shall  ftrike  the  pow'rs  arid  princes  dead, 
Who  dare  oppofe  his  reign. 
PSALM     im.     Firjl  Part.  Common  Metre. 

The  IVifdom  of  God  in  his  Works.  / 

1  QONGS  of  immortal  praife  belong 
O      To  my  Almighty  God  ; 

He  has  my  heart  and  he  my  tongue 
To  fpread  his  name  abroad. 

2  How  great  the  works  his  hand  has  wrought! 

How  glorious  in  our  fight ! 
And  men  in  ev'ry  age  have  fought 
His  wonders  with  delight. 

3  How  fair  and  beauteous  nature's  frame  ! 

How  wife  the  eternal  mind  ! 
His  counfels  never  change  the  fcheme 
That  fiisfirft  thoughts  defign'd. 

4  When  heredeem'd  his  chofen  fons, 

He  hVd  his  cov'nant  fare  : 
The  orders  that  his  lips  pronounce, 

To  endlefs  vears  endure. 
k  Nature  and  time,  and  earth  and  fkiss, 

Thy  heav'nly  fk ill  proclaim  ; 
What  mail  we  do  to  make  us  wife, 

But  learn  to  read  thv  name  ? 

! 


a23  PSALM     CX!,  CXIL 

6  To  fear  thy  pow'r,  to  trull  thy  ^iacc, 
Is  out  divineft  {kiii ! 
And  he's  tue  wileit  of  our  raee 
That  belt  obeys  thy  will. 

PSALM     in    Second  Part.    Common  Metre. 

The  Perfection  >  of  God 
i    /"">    R  E  A  T  is  the  Lord  ;  his  works  of  might. 
V_T      Demand  our  nobieft  fongs  ; 
Let  hisafTcinbied  faints  unite 
Their  harmony  of  tong  es. 

2  Great  is  the  mercy  of  the  Lord, 

Hegives  his  children fo  d  ; 
Andevei  mindful  of  his  wotd. 
He  makes  his  promife  good. 

3  His  Son  the  great  Redeemer,  came 

To  feal  his  cov'nant  fur<_  : 

H  j  1  y  and  rev'rend  is  his  name, 

His  ways  arejuftar.d  pure. 

4  They  that  would  grow  divinely  wife, 

Muft  with  his  fear  begiii  ; 
On* fail  eft  proof  of  knowledge  lies 
In  haiflig  ev'ry  fin. 

PSALM     112.     As  the  113th.  Pfalnv 

The  Bkffings  of  the  liberal  Man. 

j    r-T~*  HAT  man  is  bled  who  Hands  in  awe 
J         Of  God  and  lovf  s  his  facred  law  ; 
His  feed  on  earth  fhall  be  rennmi'd  ; 
His  hou/'c  the  (tat  of  wealth  fhall  be, 
An  unexhaufted  trealury, 

And  with  fucccflive  honours  crown'd. 
2.  His  iib'ral  favours  he  extends, 
To  fome  he  gives,  to  otheis  lends  ; 
A  i/en'rouspitv  fills  his  mind  : 
Yet  wHat  his  charity  impairs, 
He  faves  by  prudence  in  affairs, 
And  thus  he's  iuft  to  all  mankind. 


PSALM    CXII.  i^ 

;  /His  hands,  while  they  his  alms  beftow'd, 
His  plory's  future  harveft  fow'd; 

The  fweet  remembrance  of  the  juft 
Like  a  green  root  revives  and  bears 
A  train  of  bl-  flings  for  his  heirs, 
When  dying  nature  fleeps  in  duft. 

j  Befet  with  threat'ning  dangers  round, 
Unmov'd  fhall  he  maintain  his  ground; 

His  confidence  holds  his  courage  up: 
The  foul  that's  fill'd  with  virtue's  light, 
Ihines  brighteft  in  affli&ion's  night  : 

And  fees  in  darknels  beams  of  hope. 

Pause. 

j  [111  tidings  never  can  iurprife 
His  bean  that  fix'd  on  God  relies, 

Though  waves  and  tempefts  roar  around: 
Safe  on  the  rock  he  fits,  and  kes 
The  (Hpwreck  of  his  enemies, 

And  all  their  hope  and  glory  drown'd. 

i  The  wicked  fhall  his  triumph  fee, 
And  gnafh  rheir  teeth  in  agony. 

To  find  their  expectations  crofs'd  : 
They  and  their  envy,  pride  and  fpite, 
Sink  down  to  everlafting  night, 

And  all  their  names  in  darknefs  loft.^ 

PSALM     112.     Long  Metre. 

The  BleJJings  of  the  Pious  and  Charitable. 

I   rT^  H  R  I  C  E  happy  man  who  fears  the  Lord, 
I      Loves  his  commands,  and  trufts  his  word! 

Honour  and  Deace  his  days  attend, 

And  bleffings  to  his  feed  defcend. 
■  Companion  dwells  up  >n  his  mind, 

To  works  of  mercy  ftill  inclin'd  : 

He  lends  the  poor  fome  prefent  aid, 

Or  gives  tkem,  not  to  be  repaid. 


, 


i3o  PSALM     CXII. 

3  When  times  grow  dark,  and  tidings  fpread 
That  nil  his  neighbours  round  a  ith  dread, 
His  heart  is  irm'ri  agamtt  the  tear, 

For  God  with  all  h:s  pow'i  is  there. 

4  Hisfpirit  fix'd  upon  the  Lord 

Draws  heav'aly  courage  from  his  word  ; 
Aniidit  the  darknets  light  lhall  riie, 
To  crietr  his  heart  and  blefs  his  eyes. 
^  He  hath  di'pers'd  his  aims  abroad, 
His  works  are  ftill  before  his  God; 
His  name  on  earth  fhall  long  remain, 
While  envious  finners  rage  in  vain. 

PSALM     112.     Common  Metre, 

Liberality  rezmrded. 

i    T  T  A  P  P  Y  is  he  that  fears  the  Lord, 
JT  J.  And  follows  his  commands, 
Who  lends  the  poor  without  reward, 
Or  gives  with  lib'ral  hands. 

a  As  pity  dwells  within  his  bread 
To  all  the  fons  of  need ; 
So  God  fhall  anfwer  his  requeft- 
With  bltffings  on  his  feed. 

3  No  evil  tidings  fhall  furprife 

His  well  eftablifh'd  mind; 

His  foul  to  God,  his  rafuge  flies, 

And  leaves  his  fears  behind. 

4  la  times  of  danger  and  diflrefs 

Some  beams  of  light  fhall  fhine, 
To  fhow  the  world  his  righteouinefs, 

And  give  him  peace  divine. 
£  His  works  of  piety  and  love 

Remain  before  the  Lord  ; 
Honour  on  earth  and  joys  above- 

Shall  be  his  fure reward, 


F  S  A  L  M    CXIir.  aixt 

PSALM     113.     Proper  Tunc. 

Tke  Mdjcjly  and  Condefcenfwn  of  Godi- 

YE  that  delight  to  ferve  the  Lord, 
The  honours  of  his  name  recordt> 

His  facred  name  for  ever  blefs  : 
Where'er  the  circling  fun  difplays  • 
His  rifing  beams  or  letting  rays,- 

Let  lands  and  feas  his  pow'r  confefs. 
Not  time  nor  nature's  narrow  rounds, 
Can  give  his  vaft  dominion  bounds: 

The  heav'ns  are  far  beneath  his  height  \- 
Let  no  created  greatnefs  dare 
With  our  eternal  God  compare, 

Arm'd  with  his  uncreated  might* 
He  bows  his  glorious  head  to  view 
What  the  bright  hofts  of  angels  do, 

And  bends  his  tare  to  mortal  things  \ 
His  fov'reigo  hand  exalts  the  poor, 
He  takes  the  needy  from  the  door, 

And  feats  them  on  the  throne  of  Kings., 
When  childlefs  families  defpair, 
He  fends  the  blelfi-ngs  of  an  heir. 

To  refcue  their  expiring  name  ; 
The  mother  with  a  thankful  voice 
Proclaims  his  praifesand  her  joys; 

Let  ev'ry  age  advance  his  iame. 

F  Ti  A  L  M     113.     Long  Metre, 
God  [over  eign  and  gracious. 

YE  fervants  of  th'  almighty  King, 
In  ev'ry  age  his  praifes  hng; 
Where'er  the  fun  (ball  rife  or  fet, 
The  nations  fhall  his  praife  repeat. 
Above  the  earth,  beyond  the  fky, 
His  throne  of  Glory  (lands  on  high; 
Nor  time,  nor  place,  his  pow'r  leftraifK. 
Nor  bound  hisuniverfal  reign, 


m  PSA  L  M    CXIV. 

3  Which  of  the  fons  of  Adam  dare, 
Or  angels  with  their  God  compare  ? 
His  glories  how  divinely  bright, 
Who  dwells  in  uncreated  light! 

4  Behold  his  love;  he  (loops  to  view 
What  faints  above  and  angels  do ; 
And  condefcends  yet  more,  to  know 
The  mean  affairs  of  men  below. 

5  From  duft  and  cottages  obfcure 
His  grace  exalts  the  humble  poor! 
Gives  them  the  honour  of  his  fons, 
And  fits  them  for  their  heav'nly  thrones, 

6  [A  word  of  his  creating  voice 
Can  make  the  barren  houfe  rejoice  : 
Tho'  Sarah's  ninety  years  were  part, 
The  promis'd  feed  is  born  at  laft. 

•j   With  joy  the  mother  views  her  fon, 
And  tells  the  wonders  God  has  done; 
Faith  may  grow  ftrong  when  fenfe  defpairs: 
If  nature  fails,  the  promife  bears.] 

PSALM     114.    Long  Metre. 

Mirncks  attending  lfraeVs  Journey. 

1  TI7  HEN  Ifra'l,  freed  from  Pharaoh's  hand: 

V  V     Left  the  proud  tyrant  and  his  land, 
The  tribes  with  cheerful  homage  own, 
Their  king  and  Judah  was  his  throne. 

2  Acrofs  the  deep  their  journey  lay  ; 
The  deeo  divides  to  make  them  wav  ; 
Jordan  beheld  thpir  march,  and  fled 
With  backward  current  to  his  head. 

3  The  mountains  (hook  like  frighted  (heep, 
Like  lambs  the  little  hillocks  leap  ! 
Not  Sinai  on  her  bafe  could  (land, 
Confciousof  fov'raign  power  at  hand. 


PSALM     CXV.  »33 

i  What  p»w'r  could  make  the  deep  divide? 

Make  Jordan  backward  roll  his  tide  ? 

Why  did  ye  leap,  ye  little  hills? 

And  whence  the  dread  that  Sinai  feels  , 
|  Let  ev'ry  mountain,  ev'ry  flood 
i    Retire  and  know  the  approaching  Gad, 
1    The  King  of  Ifrael :  fee  him  here; 

Tremble  thou  earth,  adore  and  fear. 
6  He  thunders,  and  all  nature  mourns, 

The  rock  to  (landing  pools  he  turns ; 

Flints  fprina  with  fountains  at  his  word, 

And  fires  and  feas  confefs  the  Lord. 

PSALM     115.     Kift  Metre* 


'N 


The  true  God  our  Refuge;  or,  Idolatry  reproved. 
O  T  to  ourfeives  who  are  but  duil, 
,     Not  to  ourfeives  is  glory  due, 

Eternal  God,  thou  only  jult, 

Thou  only  gracious,  wile  and  true, 
t  Di.pla-y  to  earth  thy  dreadful  name; 

Why  mould  a  heathen's  naughty  tongue 

Infult  us,  and  to  raife  our  (name, 

Say,  "  Where's  the  God  you've  ferv'd  fo  long  r'» 
9  The  God  we  ferve  maintains  his  throne, 

Above  the  clouds,  beyond  the  (kies, 

Thro'  all  the  earth  his  will  is  done, 

He  knows  our  groans,  he  hears  our  cries. 
4.  But  the  vain  idols  they  adore 

Are  fenfelefs  ihapes  of  (tone  and  wood  : 

At  bed  a  mafs  of  glitt'ring  ore, 

A  filver  faint,  or  golden  god. 
z  [With  eyes  and  ears,  they  carve  the  head ; 

Deaf  are  their  ears,  their  eyes  are  blind  ; 

In  vain  are  coitly  off'rings  made, 

A»d-  vow*  art  fcatter'd  in  the  wind. 


*34  PSALM     CXV. 

6  Their  feet  were  never  made  to  move, 
Nor  hands  to  lave  when  mortals  pray 
Mortals  that  pay  them  fear  or  love,      " 
Seem  to  be  blind  and  deaf  as  they.] 

>   Olfrael,  make  the  Lord  thy  hope, 
Thy  help,  thy  refuge,  and  thy  refl! 
The  Lord  fhall  build  thy  ruins  up, 
And  blefsthe  people  and  the  prieft. 

3  The  dead  no  more  can  fpeak  thy  praife, 
They  dwell  in  fiience  in  the  grave; 
But  we  fhall  'ire  to  f;ng  thy  grace, 
And  tell  the  world  ihy  pow'r  to  fave. 

PSALM   115    Second  Metre.  At  the  new  Tunc 
the  50th  Pfalm.       Idolatry  reproved. 

1  '\F  °  T  t0  our  names>  thou  onlyjufl  and  true 
i  >  Not  to  our  worthlefs  names  is  glory  due  •' 
Thy  pow'r  and  grace,  thy  truth  and  juftice  clai 
Immortal  honours  to  thy  fov'reiVn  name* 
Shine  thro'  the  earth  from  heav'n°thy  bleft'abode 
Nor  let  the  heathens  fay  ;  »  Where  is  your  God  ? 

•2  Heav'nisthinehi<rhercourt:  there  (bndsthythrom 
And  thro'  the  lower  worlds  thy  will  is  done  • 
God  fram'd  this  earth,  the  ftarrv  heav'ns  he  fpread 
But  fools  adore  the  gods  their  hands  have  made 
The  kneeling  croud,  with  looks  devout  behold 
Their  filver-faviours,  and  their  faints  of  gold. 
3  [Vain  arc  thr/c  artful  fhapes  of  evesand'ears'; 
Themolfen  image  neither  fees  nor  hears : 
Their  hands  arehelplefs,  nor  their  feet  ran  move 
They  have  no  fpeech,  nor  thought,  nor  power,  no^ 

love ; 
Yet  fotrifh  mortals  make  their  lon?  complaints 
To  their  deaf  idols,  and  their  iifrtefs  faints. 
t   The  rich  have  fta*u«s  well  adorn'd  with  gold  ; 
The  poor  content  wirh  gods  of  confer  mould', 
With  tools  of  iron  carve  the  'enfe lers  flock 
Lopt  from  a  tree,  or  broken  from  a  rock  : 
People  and  prieft  drive  on  the  folemn  trade, 
And  truft  the  gods  thatfawsand  hammers  made.") 


TSALM    CXVI.  235 

Be  heav'n  and  earth  amaz'd  !  'Tis  hard  to  fay 
Which  are  moft  ftupid,  or  their  gods,  or  they. 
O  Ifrael,  trufl  the  Lord  :  he  hears  and  fees, 
He  knows  thy  forrows  and  reftores  thy  peace  ; 
His  worftiip  does  a  thoufand  comforts  yield, 
He  is  thy  help,  and  he  thine  heav'nlv  fhield. 
In  God  we  trufl: ;  our  impious  foes  in  vain 
Attempt  our  ruin  and  oupofe  his  reign; 
Had  they  prcvail'd,  darknefs  had  cios'd  our  days. 
And  death  and  filencehad  forbid  his  praife  : 
.  But  we  are  fav'd  and  live  :  let  Tongs  arife, 
And  Sion  blefs  the  God  that  built  the  flues. 
PSALM     116.     Fir jl  Part.     Common  Metre, 
Recovery  from  Sicknefs. 

1  T  Love  the  Lord  :  he  heard  my  cries, 
A     And  pityM  ev'ry  groan, 

Long  as  I  live  when  troubles  rife, 
I'll  haften  to  his  throne. 

2  I  lov'd  the  Lord  :  he  bow'd  his  ear, 

And  chas'd  my  griefs  away  : 

O  let  my  heart  no  more  defpair, 

While  1  have  breath  to  pray! 

3  My  flefh  declined,  my  fpirits  fell, 

And  I  drew  near  the  dead, 
While  inward  pangs  and  fears  of  hell 
Perplex  rny  wakeful  head. 

4  "  My  God,  I  cry'd,  thy  fervant  fave, 

"  Thou  ever  good  and  jufl; 
"  Thy  power  can  refcue  from  the  grave, 
*:  Thy  power  is  all  my  truft." 

5  The  Lord  beheld  me  fore  diftreft, 

He  bade  my  pains  remove  : 
Return,  my  foul,   to  God  thy  reft, 
For  thou  haft  known  bis  love. 

6  My  God  hath  fav'd  my  foul  from  death, 

And  dry'd  my  falling  tears  : 
-Now  to  his  praife  I'll  fpend  my  breath, 

And  my  remaining  years,  K  4 


o.36    PSALM    CXVI,  CXVII. 

PSALM  116.  Vtr.  i2,&c.  Second  Part.  Com.  Meti| 

Thanks  for  private  Deliver  antes. 
X   TI  7HA  T  fhall  I  render  to  my  God 
VV       For  all  his  kindnefs  mown? 
My  feet  fhall  vifit  thine  abode, 
My  fongsaddrefs  thy  throne. 

2  Among  the  faints  that  fill  thine  houfe, 

My  off'rings  fhall  be  paid; 
There  fhall  my  zeal  perform  the  vows, 
My  foul  in  anguilh  made. 

3  How  much  is  mercy  thy  delight, 

Thou  ever-bleffed  God! 
How  dear  thy  lervants  in  thy  fight  ? 
How  precious  is  their  blood  ? 

4  How  happy  all  thy  fervants  are! 

How  great  thy  grace  to  me  ! 
My  life,  which  thou  halt  made  thy  care* 

Lord,  I  devote  to  thee. 
£  Now  I  am  thine,  for  ever  thine, 

Nor  fhall  my  puipofe  move  : 
Thy  hand  hath  loos'd  my  bonds  of  paia^ 

And  bound  me  with  thy  love. 
$  Here  in  thy  courts  I  leave  my  vow, 

And  thy  rich  gtace  record; 
Witnefs,  ye  faints,  who  hear  me  now, 

If  1  forfake  theLoid. 

PSALM     117.     Common  Metre. 

Traije  to  Godjrom  all  Nations* 
x   f~\  All  ye  nations  praife  the  Lord, 
\_y      Each  with  a  diff 'rent  tongue; 
In  ev'ry  language  learn  his  word, 
And  let  his  name  be  iUDg. 

%  His  mercy  reigns  thro' ev'ry  land  : 
Proclaim  his  grace  abroad; 
lor  ever  fiim  his  truth  fhall  ftand  ; 
Praife  ye  thttaiihful  God* 


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PSALM    CXVU,  CXVIII.   z$? 
PSALM     117.    Long  Metre. 
1  TT' ROM  all  that  dwell  below  the  flues 

J?     Let  the  Creator's  praife  arife : 

Let  the  Redeemer's  name  befung 

Thro'  ev'iy  land  by  ev'ry  tongue. 
t  Eternal  are  thy  mercies,  Lord  ; 

Eternal  truth  attends  thy  word; 

Thy  praife  fhall  found  from  fhore  to  fliort, 

Till  funs  fhall  rife  and  fet  no  more. 

PSALM     117.    Short  Metre, 
i  rT^  H  Y  name,  almighty  Lord, 

JL       Shall  found  thro'  diftanc  lands  : 
Great  is  thy  grace,  and  fure  thy  word  : 
Thy  truth  for  ever  ftands. 
.3  Far  be  thine  honour  fpread, 
And  long  thy  praife  endure, 
Till  morning  light  and  ev'ning  fhade 
Shall  be  exchang'd  no  more. 
PSALM  118.  Firfi  Part.  Ver.  6—15.  Com.  Mttrg% 

Deliverance  from  a  Tumult. 
1  HP  H  E  Lord  appears  my  helper  now, 
A       Nor  is  my  faith  afraid 
What  all  the  fons  of  earth  can  do, 
Since  heav'n  affords  me  aid. 
£  'Tis  fafer,  Lord,  to  hope  in  thee, 
And  have  my  God  my  friend, 
Than  truft  in  men  of  high  degree, 
And  on  their  truth  depend. 

3  'Tis  thro'  the  Lord  my  heart  is  ftrong, 

In  hirfl  my  lips  rejoice  ; 
While  hisfalvation  is  my  fong, 
How  cheerful  is  my  voice  ! 

4  Like  angry  bees  they  girt  me  round; 

When  God  appears  they  fly  : 
£0  burning  thorns  with  crack' ling  found 
Make  a  fierce  blaze,  and  die. 
K5 


*3&  PSALM    CXVIIL 

&  Joy  to  the  faints  and  peace  belongs; 
The  Lord  protects  their  days ;   - 
Let  Ifra'l  tune  immortal  fongs 
To  his  Almighty  grace. 

PSALM  118.  Second  Part.  Ver.  i7_21.  Com.  Metre. 
Public  Praife  for  Deliverance  from  Death. 

1  T    O  R  D,  thou  haft  heard  thy  fervant  cry, 
JLj     And  refcu'd  from  the  grave; 

Now  fhall  he  live  :  (and  none  can'die, 
If  God  refolve  to  fave.) 

2  Thy  praife  more  conftant  than  before, 

Shall  fill  his  daily  breath; 
Thy  hand  that  hath  chaftis'd  him  fore, 
Defends  him  ftill  from  death. 

3  Open  the  gates  of  Sion  now, 

Tor  we  fhall  worfhip  there, 
The  houfe  where  all  the  righteous  go 
Thy  rnercy  to  declare. 

4  Among  fh'  affcmblies  of  thy  faints 

Our  thankful  voice  we  raife  ; 
There  we  have  to'd  thre  our  complaints, 
And  there  we  fpeak  thy  praife. 
PSALM  118.  PartlU.  Ver.  22,  23  Com.  Metre, 

Chrijl  the  Foundation  of  the  Church. 
J   "DEHOLDthe  fure  foundation  Stone 
±J     Which  God  in  Sion  lays, 
To  build  our  heav'nly  hopes  upon, 
And  his  eternal  praife. 
s   Chofcn  pf  God  to  finners  dear, 
And  fain's  adore  the  name, 
They  truft  their,  whole  falvation  here, 
Nor  fhallthey  fuffer  fhame. 
3  ThefcoliHi  builders,  fcribeand  prie/1, 
Rejeftit  withdifdain; 
firm  on  this  Rock  the  church  fhall  rc£, 
And  envy  rage  in  'akj. 


P3AL   M    CXVIII.  zz9 

What  tho'  the  gates  of  hell  withftood, 

Yet  mull  this  building  rife  : 
'Tis  thy  own  work.  Almighty  God,    • 

And  wond'rous  in  our  eyes. 

'  PSALM  118.  PartlV.Vcr.  24,  26.  Com.  Metre. 
Hofannah;  the  Lord's  Day  ;  or,  Chrijl's  ReJ urr cdion, 
and  our  Salvation. 

1  HP  H  I  S  is  the  day  the  Lord  hath  made, 

J-      He  calls  the  hours  his  own  ; 
.  Let  heav'n  rejoice,  lee  earth  be  glad, 
And  praife  furround  the  throue. 

2  To  day^ie  rofe  and  left  the  dead  ; 

And  fatan's  empire  fell ; 
To  day  the  faints  his  triumph  fpread, 
And  all  his  wonders  tell. 
3*  Hofannah  to  the  anointed  King, 
To  David's  holy  Son, 
Help  us,  O  Lord,  defcend  and  bring 

Salvation  from  thy  throne.  __ 

4  Bleft  be  the  Lord  who  comes  to  man 
With  Meffages  of  grace  : 
Who  comes  in  God  his  Father's  name, 
To  fave  our  finful  race. 

3  Hofannah  in  the  bigheft  (trains 

The  church  on  earth  can  raife  ; 
The  higheft  heav'ns,  in  which  he  reigns, 
Shall  give  him  nobler  praife. 

P  S  A  L  M     118.     Ver.     22—27.     Short  Metre. 

An  Hofannah  for  the  Lord's  Day  ;  or,  A  ntw  Song 
of  Salvation  by  Chrift. 
•  1    Q  EE  what  a  living  Stone 
O   The  builders  did  refufe  : 
Yet  God  hath  built  his  church  thereon 
In  fpite  of  envious  Jews, 


£4o         PSALM     CXVIII. 

•2  The  fcribe  and  angry  prieft 
Bcjcft  thine  only  Son; 
Yet  on  this  rock  (hall  Sion  reft, 
At  the  chief  corner-done. 

3  Th«  work,  O  Lord,  is  thine, 

And  wond'rous  in  our  eyes  : 
This  day  declares  it  all  divine, 
This  day  did  Jefus  rife. 

4  This  is  the  glorious  day 

That  our  Redeemer  made; 
Let  us  rejoice  and  hng,  and  pray, 
Let  all  the  church  be  glad. 
£  Hofannahto  the  King 

Of  David's  royal  blood  : 
Blefohim,  ye  faints,  he  comes  to  bring  # 

Salvation  from  your  God, 
6  We  blefs  thine  holy  word 

Which  all  this  grace  difplays; 
And  offer  on  thine  altar,  Lord, 
Ouriacnike  of  praife. 

PSALM     ii8.    Ver.     22 — 27.     Long    Metre. 

Jn  Hojinnah  for  the  Lord's  Day;  or,  A  new  Song  tf 
Salvation  by  Chrijl. 

1    T    O!  what  a  glorious  Corner-ftone 
JLj  The  Jewifn  builders  did  refufe  : 
.Cut  God  hath  built  his  church  thereon, 
In  ipite  of  envy  and  the  Jews. 

1  Great  God,  thy  woik  is  all  divine, 

The  joy  and  wonder  of  our  eyes  ; 

T  his  is  the  dav  that  proves  it  thine, 

The  day  that  faw  our  Saviour  rife. 
3  Sinners  rejoice,  and  faints  be  glad  ; 

Hoiannah,  let  his  name  be  b'.eft  ; 

A  thoufcnd  honours  on  his  head, 
With  peace,  and  light,  and  glory  reft ! 


PSALM    CXIX.  Mi 

In  God's  own  name  he  comes  to  bring 
Salvation  to  our  dying  race  ; 
Let  the  whole  church  addrefs  their  King 
With  hearts  of  joy,  and  fongs  of  prailc. 
[I  have  collecledand  difpofed  of  the  moft  ufeful  Verfs  of 
the  ngtk  Pfalm,   under  eighteen  different   Heads    and 
forma la  Divine  Song  upon  each  of  them.     But  the 
Verfes    are  much    tranfpofed,    to  attain  fome    Degree 
of  Connexion.  -  _  , 

In  fome  Places,  among  the  Words  Law,  Commands, 
Judgments,  Teltimomes,  /  have  ufed  Gofpel,  Word, 
Grace,  Truth,  Promifes,  &c.  as  more  agreeable  to  the 
New  Teflament,  and  the  common  Language  of  LhnJ- 
tians,  and  it  equally  anfwers  the  Defgnof  the  Pfalrmlf, 
which  wai  to  recommend  the  Holy  Scriptures.] 
PSALM     119.    FirflPart.  Common  Metre. 
The  Bkjfcdnejs  of  Saints,  and  Hijery  of  Sinners. 
Verfe   1,  2,  3. 
1    T>  L  E  S  T  are  the  uddehTd  in  heart, 
J3     Whofc  ways  are  right  and  clean ; 
Who  never  from  thy  law  depart, 
But  fly  from  ev'ry  fin. 
s  Bleft  are  the  men  that  keep  thy  wcrd, 
And  pra&ife  thy  commands  ; 
With  their  whoJe  heart  they  feek  the  Lord, 
And  ferve  thee  with  their  hands. 
Verfe  165. 
2  Great  is  their  peace  who  love  thy  liw  ; 
How  firm  their  fouls  abide; 
Nor  can  a  bold  temptation  draw 
Their  fleady  feet  afide. 
Verle  6. 
4  Then  fhall  my  heart  have  inward  jay* 
And  keep  my  face  from  fhame^ 
When  i\\  thy  ftatutes   I  obey, 
And  honour  all  thy  name, 


*P  PSALM     CXIX. 

Vcrfe  21,  118. 
5  But  haughty  finners  God  will  hate, 
The  proud  fhall  die  accurfl ; 
The  Tons  of  falfehood  and  deceit 
Are  trodden  to  the  duft. 

Verfe  119,  153. 
S  Vile  as  the  drofs  the  wicked  are  ; 
And  thofe  that  leave  thy  ways, 
Shall  fee  falvation  from  afar, 
But  never  tafte  thy  grace. 

PSALM     119.    Second  Part. 

Secret  Devotion  and  Spiritual  Mindednefs  ;  or,  Conjlait 
Converfe  zvith  God, 
Verfe  147,  55. 
>  rT"1Othee>  before  the  dawning  light, 
-L        My  gracious  God  I  pray ; 
I  meditate  thy  name  by  night, 
And  keep  thy  law  by  day. 
Verfe   81. 
2   My  fpirit  faints  to  fee  thy  grace, 
Thy  promife  bears  me  up; 
And  while  falvation  long  delays, 
Thy  word  fupports  my  hope. 

Verfe  164. 

-^  Seven  times  a  day  I  lift  my  hands, 
And  pay  my  thanks  to  thee, 
Thy  righteous  orovidence  demand* 
Repeated  praife  from  me. 

Verfe  62. 
4  When  midnight  durknefs  veils  the  fkiei, 
I  call  ihy  works  to  mind  ; 
My  thoughts  in  .-.arm  devotion  rife, 
And  fwect  acceptance  find. 


P  S-A  L  M     CXIX.  *4S 

PSALM     119.     Third  Part. 
,'    Profejions  of  Sincerity ,  Repentance,  and  Obedience . 

Verfe  57  >  6o. 
i   *~p  H  O  U  ait  my  portion,  O  my  God  ; 
Soon  as  I  know  thy  way 
My  heart  makes  hafte  t'  obey  thy  word, 
And  fuffers  no  delay. 

Verfe    30,  14. 
g  Ichoofe  the  path  of  heav'nly  truth, 
And  glory  in  my  choice  ; 
Not  all  the  riches  of  the  earth  1 
Could  make  me  fo.  rejoice.. 

3  The  teftimonies  of  thy  grace, 

I  fet  before  mine  eyes ; 
Thence  I  derive  my  daily  ftrength, 
And  there  my  comfort  lies. 
Verfe  59. 

4  If  once  I  wander  from  thy  path, 

I  ihink  upon  my  ways, 
Then  turn  my  feet  to  thy  commands3 
And  truft  thy  pard'ning  grace. 
Verfe  94,  114.  . 
^  Nov/  am  I  thine,  for  ever  thine, 
O  fave  thy  fervant,  Lord  ! 
Thou  ait  my  fhield,  my  hiding  place;,  . 
My  hope  is  in  thy  word. 
Verfe  112. 
6j  Thou  haftinclin'd  this  heartof  mine  • 
Thy  ftatuies  to  fulfil ;  - 
And  thus  till  mortal  life  fhall  end 
Would  I  perform  thy  will. 

PSALM     119.     Fourth  Part.- 
Inflrutlion  fi om  Scripture. 
3   TTO  W  fhall  the  young:  fecure  their  heari55  - 
J~J_     And  guard  their  livesfrom  fin  ? 
Thv  word  the  choicefl  rules  imparts 
To  keep  the  confcienceclearu. 


«44  PSALM    CXIX. 

Verfe  130. 
%  When  once  it  enters  to  the  mind, 
Itfpicads  fuch  light  abroad, 
The  meaneft  fouls  inltruclion  find, 
And  raife  their  thoughts  to  God. 
Verfe  105. 

3  'Tis  like  the  fun,  a  heav'nly  light 

That  guides  us  all  the  day; 
And  thro'  the  dangers  of  the  night, 
A  lamp  to  lead  our  way. 

Verfe  99,  100. 

4  The  men  that  keep  thy  law  with  care* 

And  meditate  thy  word, 
Grow  wifer  than  their  teachers  are, 
And  better  know  the  Lord. 
Verfe  104,  113. 

5  Thy  precepts  make  me  truly  wife, 

I  hate  the  Turners  road  ; 
I  hate  my  own  vain  thoughts  that  rife, 
But  love  thy  law,  my  God. 

Verfe  89,  90,  91 . 

$  [Theflarry  heav'ns  thy  rule  obey, 
The  earth  maintains  her  place; 
And  thefe  thy  fervants,  night  and  day, 
Thy  (kill  and  pow'r  exprefs. 

7  But  ftill  thv  law,  and  gofpel,  Lord, 

Have  leffons  more  divine  : 
Not  earth  (lands  firmer  than  thy  word, 
Nor  ftarsfo  nobly  fhine.J 

Verfe  160,  140,  9,  116, 

8  Thv  word  is  everlafting  truth, 

How  pure  is  ev'rv  page! 
That  holy  book  fhall  guide  our  youth, 
And  well  fupport  our  age. 


PSALM    CXIX.         »4J 
PSALM     119.     Fifth  Part. 

Mclight  in  Scripture  ;    or,  the  Word  *J  God  dwtHing 
in  as. 
Verfe   97. 
i   f"\H  how  I  love  thy  holy  law  J  m 
V^     'Tis  daily  my  delight  ; 
And  thence  my  meditations  draw 
Divine  advice  by  night. 

Verfe  148. 
«  My  waking  eyes  prevent  the  day 
To  meditate  thy  word: 
My  foul  with  longing  melts  away 
To  hear  thy  gofpel,  Lord. 

Verfe  3,  13,  54. 

$  Thy  heav'nly  words  my  heart  engage. 
And  well  employ  my  tongue, 
And  in  my  tirefome  pilgrimage 
Yield  me  a  heav'nly  long. 

Verfe  19,  103. 

4  Am  I  a  ftranger,  or  at  home, 

'Tis  my  perpetual  feaft ; 
Not  honey  cropping  from  the  comb 
So  much  allures  the  tafte. 

Verfe    72,  127. 

5  No  treafures  fo  enrich  the  mind  \ 

Nor  fhall  thy  word  be  fold 

Jor  loads  of  filver  well  refin'd* 

Nur  heaps  of  choiceft  gold. 

Verfe  2*,   49,   175, 

.    %  When  nature  (inks*  and  fpirits  droop*. 
Thy  promifes  of  grace 
Are  pillars  to  fupoo«t  myhope, 
A.e4  there  1  write  thy  praifc^. 


246  PSA  L  M     CXrX. 

PSALM     ng.     Sixth  Part. 
Ihlinefs  ard  Comfort  from  the  Word.     Verfe  i  a  8. 

i    T    ORD,  I  efteem  ;hy  judgments  right, 
JL  .J      And  all  thy  ffcatutes  juft  ; 
Thence  I  maintain  a  conflant  fight 
With  ev'ry  fla't'ring  luft. 

Verfe  97,  9. 

2  Thy  precepts  cften  1  furvey  ; 

1  keep  thy  law  in  fight 
Thro'  all  ihe  bufinefsof  the  day, 
To  form  my  atHons  right. 
Verfe  62. 

3  My  heart  in  midnight  filence  cries, 

"  How  fwect  thy  comforts  be  ;rt 
My  thoughts  in  holy  wonder  rife, 
And  bring  their  thanks  to  thee. 
Verfe  162. 
.4  And  when  my  fpirit  drinks  her  fill, 
At  fomcgood  word  of  thine, 
Not  mighty  men  that  ih.are  the  fpoil, 
Have  joys  compar'd  to  mine. 

PSALM     119.     Seventh  Part. 
ImlirJeBion  of  Nature^  and  Perfection  oj  Saipitru 
Verfe  96.     Paraphrafed. 
I   T    E  T  ali  the  heathen  writers  join 
\^j     To  form  oe.e  perfect  book, 
Great  God,   if  orce  compar'd  with  thine, 
How  mean  their  writing*  look. 
3   Not  the  mod  perfect  ru'es  they  gave 
Could  fhow  one  fin  forgiv'n  : 
Nor  lead  a  flep  bevr  nd  the  grave, 
But  thine  conduct,  to  heav'n. 
3  I've  -een  an  rnd  to  *har  we  call 
Perfection  here  below  ; 
How  fhort  theoov/'rs  of  nature  fall, 
And  cannot  farther  go. 


PSALM    CXIX.  24 

4  "Yet  men  wou'd  fain  bejuft  with  God, 

By  works  their  hands  have  wrought ; 
And  thy  commands,  exceeding  broad, 
Extend  to  ev'ry  thought. 

5  In  vain  we  boaft  perfection  here, 

While  fin  defiles  our  frame ; 
And  finks  our  virtues  down  fo  far, 
They  fcarce  deferve  the  name. 

6  Our  faith,  and  love,  and  ev'ry  grace 

Fall  far  below  thy  word ; 
But  perfeft  truth  and  righteoufnefs 
Dwell  only  with  the  Lord. 

PSALM     1 1  q.     Eighth  Part. 
The  Excellency  and  Variety  of  Scripture. 
Verfe  111.      Paraphrafed. 
■■*    T    OR  D,  I  have  made  thy  word  my  choice, 
I  j    My  lafting  heritage; 
There  fhall  mv  nobleft  pow'rs  rejoice, 
My  warmeft  thoughts  engage, 
ft  I'll  read  the  hift'ries  of  thy  love, 
And  keep  thy  laws  in  fight, 
While  thro'  the  promifes  I  rove, 
With  ever-frefh  delight. 

3  'Tis  a  broad  land  of  wealth  unknowa. 

Where  fprings  of  life  arife, 
Seeds  of  immortal  blifs  are  fown, 
And  hidden  glory  lies. 

4  The  heft  relief  that  mourners  have, 

It  makes  our  forrows  Weft  ; 
Our  foireft  hope  beyond  the  grave, 
And  our  eternal  reft. 

PSALM     119.     Ninth  Part. 

De/rre  of  Knowledge. Verfe  64,  63,  x%, 

1   npHY  mercies  fill  the  earth,  O  Lord, 
X     How  good  thy  works  appear! 
Open  my  eyes  to  read  thy  word, 
And  fee  thy  wonders  there. 


*4*  PSALM    CXIX 

My  fervice  is  thy  due  ; 

0™ak^hyfervamunderftand 
^hedutieshcrauftdo. 

Verfe     iQ. 

3  Since  I'm  a granger  here  below, 

Let  notthy  path  be  hid  ; 
But  mark  the  road  my  feet  fhould  g.r 
And  be  ray  conftant  guide. 
Verfc  26. 

4  When  I  confefs'd  my  wand'ring  way., 

Thoa  heard'ft  my  foul  complain ; 

Gro;r^ch^ofthysracc- 

c  If  r  a  ,         L  Verfe  33*  34- 

5  it  God  tome  his  fhtutes  fhow, 

And  heav'nly  truth  impart, 
His  work  forever  I'll  purfuej 

His  law  fhall  rule  my  heart. 
Verfe  50,   7,. 
©  Tms  was  my  comfort  when  I  bore 
Variety  of  grief  r 
It  made  me  learn  thy  word  the  more, 
And  fly  to  thai  relief. 

Verfe  5t. 
?  [In  vain  the  proud  deride  me  now  1 
I'll  neVr  forget  thy  Jaw, 
Nor  let  that  bleffed  gofoel  go 
Whence  aJl  my  hopes  I  draw, 
Verfe  27,    171. 
3  When  I  have  learn'd  mv  Father's  will, 
I'll  teach  the  worlu  his  ways; 
My  thankful  lipsinfpir'd  with  zeal, 
.     Shall  ling  aloud  ms  praife.j 


PSALM    CXIX.  H9 

PSALM     119.     Tenth  Part. 
Pleading  the  Promifes. Verie  38,  49. 

BEHOLD  thy  waiting  fervant,  Lord, 
Devoted  to  thy  fear; 
Remember  and  confirm  thy  word. 
For  all  my  hopes  are  there. 

Verfe  41,  58,  107. 
Had  thou  Dot  fent  falvation  down, 
And  promis'd  quick'ning  grace? 
Doth  not  my  heart  addrefs  thy  throne? 
And  yet  thy  love  de;ays„ 

Verfe  123,   42. 
Mine  eyes  for  thy  falvation  fail; 

O  bear  thy  fervant  up; 
Nor  let  the  fcoffing  lips  prevail, 
Who  dare  reproach  my  hope. 
VerTe  49,  74. 
Did  ft  thou  not  raife  my  faith,  O  Lord? 

Then  let  thy  truth  appear ; 
Saints  {hall  rejoice  in  my  reward, 
And  trufi  as  well  as  fear. 

PSALM     119.     Eleventh  Part. 
Breathing  after  Holinefi      Verfe  5,  33. 

OH  that  the  Lord  would  guide  my  wtys 
To  keep  his  ftatutes  ftill ! 
O  that  my  God  would  grant  me  grace 
To  know  and  do  his  will! 
Verfe  29. 
O  fend  thy  Spirit  down  to  write 

Thy  law  upon  my  heart, 
Nor  let  my  tongue  indulge  deceit. 
Nor  att  the  liar's  part. 

Verfe  37,  36. 
!  From  vanitv  turn  off  my  eyes ; 
Let  no  corrupt  defignt 
Nor  covetous  df  fires  arife 
Within  this  foul  of  mine, 


*5-o  PSALM    CXI>:,. 

V    rft     133. 

4.  Order  Bi)  Footftcps  by  thy  word, 
A   d  osal  e  m     leart  fnicere: 
LeL  fin  hive  no  dominion,  Lord, 
And  kc».p  my  onlcience  clear. 
Verfc   176. 

5  My  foul  hath  gone  too  far  affray, 

My  feet  too  often  flip; 
Yet  ii.ice  I've  not  torgot  thy  way 
Reftore  thy  wand'ring  (keep'. 
Verfe    35. 

6  Make  me  to  walk,  in  thy  commands, 

3Tis  a  delightful  road  ; 
Nor  let  my  head,  nor  heart,  nor  hands, 
Offend  againft  my  God. 

PSALM     1 19.     Twelfth  Parti 
Breathing  after  Comfort  and  Deliverance.     Verfe  153, 
1    "I\TY  Gocm  conhder  my  didrefs, 
XVX  Let  mercy  plead  my  caufe  ; 
Though  I  have  finn'd  againii  thy  grace, 
I  can't  forget  thy  laws. 

Verfe  39,  1 16. 
a  forbid,  forbid  the  fharp  reproach, 
Which  I  fojuftly  fear; 
Uphold  my  lite,  uphold  my  hopes,  • 
Nor  let  my  fhame  appear. 

Verfe  122,   135. 

3  Be  thou  a  furety,  Lord,  for  me, 

Nor  let  the  proud  opprefs; 
But  make  thy  waiting  fervant  fee 
The  fhinings  of  thy  face. 

Verfe  82. 

4  My  eyes  with  expectation  fail ; 

My  heart  within  me  cries, 
««  When  will  the  Lord  his  truth  fulfil^ 
*<  And  bid  my  co?rJorts-  rifi£ '  " 


P  3  A  L  M    CXIX.  *5X 

VeiTe  132. 
Look,  down  upon  my  forrows,  Lord, 

And  ihow  thy  grace  ihe  fame ; 
Thy  tender  mercies,  ftill  afford 

To  thofe  that  love  ihy  name. 

PSALM     119.     Thirteenth  Part. 
Holy  Fear,    and  Tender nefs  of  CcnfJence,     Verfe  10. 

TT '  riTH  my  whole  heart  I've  fought  thy  facer 
V*        O  let  me  never  ftray, 
From  thy  commands,  O  god  of  grace, 
Nor  tread  the  fumer's  way. 
Verfe  1 1. 
a  Thy  word  I've  plac'd  witnin  my  heart. 
To  keep  my  confeience  clean, 
And  be  an  everlafting  guard 
prom  ev'ry  rifirig  fm. 

Verfe  63,  53,  158. 

3  I'm  a  companion  of  the  faints, 

Who  fear  and  love  the  Lord  ; 
My  forrows  rife,  my  nature  faints, 
"When  men  tranfgrefs  thy  word. 
Verfe  161,   163. 

4  While  Tinners  do  thy  gofpel  wrongj 

My  fpirit  ftands  in  awe; 
My  foul  abhors  a  lying  tongue, 
But  loves  thy  righteous  law. 
Verfe  161,  i£0. 
§  My  heart  with  fscred  rev'rence  hear*-. 
The  threat'nings  of  thy  word  ; 
My  flefh  with  holy  trembling  fears 
The  judgments  of  the  Lord. 
Verfe  166,  174. 
6  My  God,  I  long,  I  hope,  I  wait 
For  thy  falvation  ftill ; 
While  thy  whole  law  is  my  deligbfc. 
And.  I- obey  thy  will,. 


*5*  PSALM    CXIX. 

PSALM     1 1 9.     Fourteenth  Part 
Etnefit  of  AffliSions,  and  Support  under  them. 
Verfe  i53>  8i,  82. 

y^J  And  thy  dd.vWe  fend:  * 

L?ulforMthyralvat^^infs, 

When  will  my  troubles  end  • 

«  Yet  I  have  found 'tis  good  for  me 

.J.°bear  my  Father's  rod; 
Afflictions  make  me  Jearn  thy  W 

And  live  upon  my  God. 
~,,  .    .  Verfe  r©. 

$  This  ,s  the  comfort  I  enjoy 

When  new  diftrefs  begins: 
1  r"d  thy  word,  I  run  thy  way. 

And  hate  my  former  fins. 
u  j  Verfe  92. 

4  Had  not  thy  word  been  my  delight 

When  ea-hlyjoys  were  fled, 
My  foul,  oppreft  with  forrow's  weight, 
Had  funk  amonglt  the  dead. 
Verfe  75. 

5  I  knoW  thy  judgments,  Lord,  are  right, 

Though  they  may  feemfevere; 
The  fharpeft  f  ufPrings  I  endure 
Flow  from  thy  faithful  care. 

X    n   r  Verfe   67- 

Be{°re  I  knew.thychaft'ningrod, 
My  feet  were  apt  to  {tray; 

l*ow  l  ,earn  to  keeP  thy  word> 

•Nor  wander  from  thy  way. 

PSALM     no.     Fifteenth  /»«,*. 

O/fo/v  Rtfohiions.  —  Ver fe  93 , 
H  that  thy  ftatutes  ev'ry  hour 
Might  dwell  upon  my  mind  ! 
Tbence  I  derive  a  quick'ning  pow'r, 
-And  daily  peace"  I  find. 


PSALM    CXDC 
Verfe  i5,  16. 
I  To  meditate  thy  precepts,  Lord, 
Shall  be  my  Tweet  employ; 
My  foul  fhall  ne'er  forges!  thy  word,, 
Thy  word  is  all  my  joy. 
Verfe  32. 
j  How  would  I  run  in  thy  commands. 
If  thou  my  heart  difcharge 
From  fin  and  fatan's  hateful  chains, 
And  fet  my  feet  at  large  ! 

Verfe  13,  46. 
My  lips  with  courage  fhall  declare 

Thy  ftatutes  and  thy  name; 
I'll  fpeak  thy  words  cho'  kings  fhould  hear. 
Nor  yield  to  finful  fhame. 

Verfe  6r,  6g,  70. 
j  Let  bands  of  p:rfecutors  rife 
To  rob  me  of  my  rig.ht, 
Let  pride  and  malice  forge  their  lies. 
Thy  law  is  my  delight. 

Verfe  nj. 
5  Depart  from  me,  ye  wicked  race, 
Whofe  hands  2nd  hearts  are  ill: 
I  Jove  my  God,  I  love  his  ways, 
And  mufl  obey  his  will. 

PSALM     119.     Sixteenth  Part,. 
Prayer  for  quickening  Grace. 
Verfe  25,  37. 
I    TL/T  Y  foul  lies  cleaving  to  the  dufti 
XVjL  Lord,  give  me  life  diving; 
From  vain  riehres  and  ev'ry  luft 
Turn  off  thefe  eyes  of  mine. 
4  I  need  the  influence  of  thy  grace 
To  fpeed  me  in  thy  way, 
Left  I  fhould  loiter  in  my  race} 
©r  turn  my  feet  aflray. 


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t54  PSALM    CXIX. 

Verfe  107, 

3  When  fore  afflictions  prefs  me  down, 

I  need  thy  quick'ning  pow'rs ; 
Tliy  word  that  I  have  retted  on 
Shall  help  my  heavieft  hours. 
Verfe  156,  40. 

4  Are  not  thy  mercies  fov'reign  ftill, 

And  thou  a  faithful  God  i 
Wilt  thou  not  grant  me  warmer  seal 
To  run  the  heav'nly  road  ? 
Verfe  159,  40. 

5  Does  not  my  heart  thy  precepts  love, 

And  long  to  fee  thy  face  ? 
And  yet  how  flow  my  fpirits  move 
Without  enliv'ning  grace. 
Verfe  93. 

6  Then  fhall  I  love  thy  gofpcl  more, 

And  ne'er  forget  thy  word, 
When  I  have  felt  its  quick'ning  pow'r 
To  draw  me  near  the  Lord. 
PSALM     1 19.     Seventeenth  Part.  Long  Metr 
Gracejhming  in  Difficulties  and  T1  ids. 
Verfe  143,  28. 

1  TT7HF.N  pain  and  anguifh  feizs  me,  Lore 

V  V     All  my  fupport  is  from  thy  word  ; 
My  foul  diffolves for  heavinefs; 
Uphold  me  with  thy  ftrength'ning  grace, 
Verfe  ,51,  69,  J 10. 

2  The  proud  have  fram'd  their  feoffs  and  lies, . 
They  watch  my  feet  with  envious  eyes, 
They  tempt  my  foul  to  fnares  and  fin  ; 
Yet  thy  commands  I  ne'er  decline. 

Verfe  161,  78. 
\  They  hate  mr,  Lord,  without  a  caufe, 
They  hate  to  fee  me  love  thy  laws  ! 
But  I  willtrufl  an]  fear  thy  name, 
Till  pride  and  malice  die  with  fhame. 


PSALM    CXIX,  CXX.        2$S 
PSALM     119.    Laji  Part. 
ianSlified  Affliftions ;  or,  Delight  in  the  Word  of  God, 

Verfe  67,  59. 
x   pATH  E  R,  I  blefs  thy  gentle  hand  ; 
J/     How  kind  was  thy  chaftifing  rod, 
That  forc'd  my  conference  to  a  ftand, 
And  brought  my  wand'ring  foul  to  God! 

2  Foolifh  and  vain,  I  went  aftray, 
Ere  I  had  felt  thy  fcourges,  Lord, 
I  left  my  guide,  and  loft  my  way ; 
But  now  I  love  and  keep  thy  word. 

Verfe  71. 

3  'Tis  good  for  me  to  wear  the  yoke, 
For  pride  is  apt  to  rife  and  fwell; 
'Tis  good  to  bear  my  Father's  ftroke, 
That  I  might  learn  his  ftatutes  well. 

Verfe  72. 
j.  The  law  that  iffues  from  thy  mouth, 
Shall  raife  my  cheerful  paffions  more 
Than  all  thetreafures  of  thefouth, 
Or  richeft  hills  of  golden  ore. 
Verfe  73. 
c  Thy  handshave  made  my  mortal  frame^ 
Thy  fpirit  form'd  my  foul  within  : 
Teach  me  to  know  thy  wond'rous  name, 
And  guard  me  fafe  from  death  and  fin. 
Verfe  74. 
6  Then  all  that  love  and  fear  the  Lord 
At  my  falvation  fhall  rejoice; 
For  I  have  trufted  in  thy  word, 
And  made  thy  grace  my  only  choice. 

PSALM     i.jso.     Common  Metre. 
Complaint  of  qiuirreljome  Neighbours;  or,  a  dsvmttWlfk 

for  Peace. 
\  rp HOU  God  of  love,  thou  ever  bleil, 
i-     Pity  my  fuff  ring  ftate; 
When  wilt  thou  fet  my  foul  at  reft, 
From  lips  that  love  deceit  ? 
L  s 


^6  PSALM     CXXI. 

a  Hard  lot  of  mine  !  my  days  are  caft, 
Among  the  fons  of  ftrife, 
Whofe  never  ceafiog  quarrels  wafte 
My  golden  hours  of  life. 

3  ©  might  I  fly  to  change  my  place, 

How  would  I  choofe  to  dwell 

In  fome  wild  lonefome  wildernefs, 

And  leave  thefe  gates  of  hell ! 

4  Peace  is  the  bleffing  that  I  feek, 

How  lovely  are  its  charms ! 
I  am  for  peace;  but  when  I  fpeak, 
They  all  declare  for  arms. 
£  New  paffions  ftill  their  fouls  engage, 
And  keep  their  malice  flrong  : 
What  fhall  be  done  to  curb  thy  rage, 
O  thou  devouring  tongue  ! 
y  Should  burning  arrows  fmite  thee  thro', 
Strict  juftice  would  approve ; 
But  I  would  rather  fpare  my  foe, 
And  melt  his  heart  with  love. 

PSALM     i2i.     Long  Metre. 
Divine  Prcteflion. 
i  T  T  P  to  the  hills  I  lift  mine  eyes, 
i_j    Th'  eternal  hills  beyond  the  fkies*. 
Thence  all  her  help  my  foul  derives; 
There  my  almighty  refuge  lives. 
2  He  lives,  the  everlafting  God 

That  built  the  world,  that  fpread  the  flood; 
Theheav'n's,  with  all  their  hoft  he  made, 
And  the  dark  regions  of  the  dead. 
-   He  guides  our  feet,  he  guards  our  way; 
His  morning  fmiles  adorn  the  day  : 
He  fpreads  the  ev'ning  veil,  and  keeps. 
The  filent  hours  while  Ifra'l  fleeps. 
j  Ifra'l,  a  name  divinely  bleft, 
May  i  ife  fecure.  fecurely  reft ; 
Thy  holy  guardian's  wakeful  eye* 
Admit  no  {lumber,  ngrfurprife. 


PSALM    CXXI.  257 

Wo  fun  (hall  fmite  thy  head  by  day, 

Nor  the  pale  moon  with  fickly  ray 

Shall  blaft  thy  couch  ;  no  baleful  ftar 

Darts  his  malignant  fire  fo  far. 

Should  earth  and  hell  with  malice  burn, 

Still  thou  fhalt  go,  and  ftill  return  ; 

Safe  in  the  Lord  !  his  heav'nly  care 

Defends  thy  life  from  ev'ry  fnare. 
7  On  thee  foul  fpirits  have  no  pow'r  ; 

And  in  thy  laft  departing  hour, 
.Angels  that  trace  the  airy  road, 

Shall  bear  thee  homeward  to  thy  God. 

PSALM     lit.     Common  Metre. 
Prefervaticn  by  Day  and  Night. 

1  r  I  ^  O  heav'n  1  lift  my  wailing  eyes, 

X     There  all  my  hopes  are  laid ; 
The  Lord  that  built  the  earth  and  Ikies 
Is  my  perpetual  aid. 

2  Their  ftedfaft  feet  fhall  never  fall, 

Whom  he  defigns  to  keep  ; 
His  ear  attends  the  fofteft-tall  ; 
Kis  eyes  can  never  deep. 

3  He  will  fuRam  our  weakefr.  pow'rs 

With  his  almighty  arm, 
And  watch  our  moft  unguarded  hours 
Againft  furprifing  harm. 

4  Ifra'l  rejoice,  and  reft  fecure, 

Thy  keeper  is  the  Lord  ; 
His  wakefal  eyes  employ  his  pow'r 
For  thine  eternal  guard. 

5  Nor  fcorching  fun,  nor  fickly  moon, 

Shall  have  his  leave  to  fmite ; 
He  fhields  thy  head  from  burning  noon, 
Fromblafting  damps  at  night. 

6  He  guards  thy  foul,  he  keeps  thy  breath, 

Whe'  e  thickeft  dangers  come  : 
Go  and  return,  fecure  from  death, 

Till  God  commands  thee  home.  [L  3 


25*  PSALM     CXXI. 

PSALM     ui.    As  the  ,48th  Pfalm. 

God  our  Prefcrver. 
JTT^MRDiliftmin£e 
JU    1  •-■om  God  is  all  my  aid  j 
The  Grrt  that  built  the  ikies, 
And  earth  and  nature  made; 
God  is  the  tow'r 
To  which  I  fly; 
His  grace  is  nigh 
In  cv'ry  hour. 

a  My  feet  (hall  never  Aide. 
And  fall  in  fatal  mares, 

Since  God  my  guard  and  guide, 
Btfendsmefrommyfeats, 

Thofe  wakeful  eyes 

That  never  deep, 

Shall  Ifra'l  keep 

When  dangers  rife. 

3  No  burning  heats  by  day, 
Nor  blafls  of  ev'ning  air, 
Shall  take  my  health  away, 
If  God  be  with  me  there  5 

Thou  art  my  fun, 
-And  thou  my  (hade, 
To  guard  my  bead 
By  night  or  noon, 

4  Haft  thou  not  giv'n  thy  word 
To  fave  my  foul  from  death  ? 
And  I  can  truft  my  Lord 

To  keep  ray  mortal  breath  j 
I'll  go  and  come, 
Nor  fear  to  die, 
Till  from  on  high 
Thou  call  tae  heme. 


PSALM    CXXII.  *S3 

PSALM     ««.    Common  Mare. 


H 


Going  to  Church. 
O  W  did  my  heart  rejoice  to  hear 
fc   My  friends  devoutly  fay> 
..  In  Zion  let  us  all  appear     - 
«  And  keep  thefolcmn  day. 
t  I  love  the  gates,  I  love  the: road y 
The  church  adorn  d  with  grace, 
Stands  like  a  palace  built  for  Goo 
To  fhow  his  milder  face. 
1  Up  to  her  courts  with  joy  unknowfl 
The  holy  tribes  repair; 
The  Son  of  David  holds  his  throne 

And  fits  in  judgment  there. 
4  He  hears  our  praifes  and  complaints-', 
And  while  his  awful  voice 
Divides  the  miners  from  the  hints, 
We  tremble  and  rejoice. 
§  Peace  be  within  this  facred  place, 
And  joy  a  conftant  gueU  ! 
With  holy  gifts  and  heav'nly  grace. 
Be  her  attendants  bleltl 

6  My  foul  fhall  pray  for  ZionftilU 
While  life  or  breath  remains , 
There  my  beft  friends,  my  kindred  owe*, 
There  God  my  Saviour  reigns, 

PSALM    ia*     Proper  Tune. 

Going  to  Church. 
O  W  pleas'd  and  blefs'd  was  I, 
*.  To  hear  the  people  cry, 
Come,  let  usfeek  our  God  to  day! 
'ics,  with  a  cheeriul  zeal 
We  hafte  to  Zion's  hill, 

And  there  our  vows  ana  honours  pa>* 
M 


H 


t 


«*o        psalm  cxxnr. 

2  Zion,  thrice  happy  place, 
Adorn'd  with  wond'rous  grace, 

And  walls  of  ftrength  embrace  thee  round; 
In  thee  our  tribes  appear 
To  pray,  and  praife,  and  hear 

The  facrcd  gofpel's  joyful  found. 

3  There  David's  greater  Sen 
Has  fix'd  his  royal  throne, 

He  fits  for  graceand  judgment  therej 
He  bids  the  faints  be  glad, 
He  makes  the  finner  fad. 

And  humble  fouls  rejoice  with  fear. 

4  May  peace  2tfend  thy  gate, 
And  jov  within  thee  wait, 

To  blefsthe  foul  of  ev'ry  gueft; 
The  man  that  feeks  thv  peace, 
And  wifhes  thine  increafe, 

A  thoufand  bleiTingson  him  reft! 

5  Mv  tongue  repeats  her  vows, 
Peare  to  thispcrd,  h-rif: ! 

For  here  my  friends  and  kindred  dwell  ; 
And  fince  ray^iorious  God 
Makes  thee  his  b'eft  abode, 

Mv  foul  fhal!  ever  love  tree  well. 

[Repeat  the  \lk  Stanza  to  complete  the  Time.] 

PSALM     123.     Common  Metre. 

Pleading  with  Submi/fien. 

*  f\  Thou  whofe  praoe  and  juflice  reign 
V-'    Enthron'd  above  the  fkies, 
To  thee  our  hearts  would  tell  t'seir  pain, 
To  thee  we  lift  our  eyes. 

2  As  ferva«t's  watch  their  maker's  hana, 
And  Fear  the  atigrv  frvkr! 
Or  maids  before  the;r  miftrefs  ftaad, 
And  wait  a  peaceful  loak  : 


PS-ALM"  CXXIY.  aO> 

3  So  for  our  fins  we  juftly  feel 

Tbydifcipline,  O  God  ; 
Yet  wait  the  gracious  moment  ft  ill, 
Till  thou  remove  the  rod. 

4  Thole  that  in  wealth  and  pleafure  live,  ■, 

Our  daily  groans  deride, 
And  thy  delays  of  mercy  give 
Frefh  courage  to  their  pride. 

5  Our  foes  infuit  us,  but  our  hope 
'■'■        In  thy  compaihon  lies  ; 

This  thought  ihalibear  our  fpirits  up. 
That  God  will  not  defpife. 

P  S  A  L  M     124.     Common  Metre;  • 
God  gives  Victory. 
I    T  T  A  D  not  the  God  of  truth  and  love,  • 
JL  X     When  boils  again  ft  us  rofe, 
Ihfplay'd  his  veng'ance  from  above, 
And  crufh'd  the  conqu'ring  foes  ;  . 
£   Their  armies  like  a  raging  Sood 
Had  fwept  the  guardiets  land,  , 
Deftroy'd  on  earth  his  bleft  abode, 
And  whelm'd  oar  feeble  band. 

3  But  fare  beneath  his  fpreading  fhield 

His  fons  feciiFely  reft, 
Defy  the  dangers  of  the  field,  • 
And  bear  the  fsarlcfs  breaft. 

4  And  now  our -fouls  fhall  blefs  the  Lord, 

Who  broke  the  deadly  fnare  ; 
Who  fav'd  us  from  the  murd'ring  fwordj 
And  made  our  lives  his  care. 

5  Our  help  is  in  Jehovah's  name, 

"Who  form'd  the  heav'ns  above  ; 
He  that  fupports  their  wond'rous  frame 
Can  guaid  hU  church  by  love. 


,   ' 


iSi  PSALM     CXXV. 

PSALM     125.     Common  Metre. 
The  Saint's  Trial  and  Safety. 
1   TTNSHAKEN  as  the  facred  bill, 
\J      And  firm  as  mountains  ftand, 
Firm  as  a  rock  the  fool  fhall  reft, 
Thattrufts  th'  almighty  hand. 
a  Not  walls  nor  hills  could  guard  fo  weil 
Old  Salem's  happy  ground, 
As  thofe  eternal  arms  of  love, 
That  ev'ry  faint  furroond. 
5  Whik  tyraats  are  a  fmartingfeourg* 
To  drive  them  near  to  God, 
Divine  compafiion  will  affuage 
The  fury  of  the  rod. 
4  Deal  gently,  Lord,  with  fouls  finccre, 
And  lead  them  fafelyon 
To  the  bright  gates  of  Paradife, 
Where  Chrift  the  Lord  is  gone. 
g  But  if  we  trace  thofe  crooked  ways 
That  the  eld  fcrpent  drew, 
The  wrath  that  drove  him  firft  to  hell, 
Shall  fmite  his  follow'rs  too. 

PSALM     125.     Short  Metre. 
The  Saint's  Trial  and  Safety  ;  or,  moderated  AJliclicns, 

1  T?  I  R  M  and  unmov'd  are  they, 
_T       That  reft  their  fouls  on  God  : 
Firm  as  the  mount  where  David  dwelt, 

Or  where  the  ark  abode. 

2  As  mountaim  ftood  to  guard 

The  city's  facred  ground, 
So  God  and  his  Almighty  love 

Embrace  his  faints  around. 
g  What  tho'  the  Father's  rod 

Drop  a  chaftifing  ftroke, 
Yet  left  it  wound  their  fouls  too  deaf, 

|ts  fury  (hall  be  broke. 


PSALM    CXXVI.         163 

4  Deal  gently,  Lord,  with  thofe 

Whofe  faith  and  pious  fear, 
Whofe  hope  and  love,  and  ev'ry  gre«e, 
Proclaim  their  hearts  fincere. 

5  Nor  fhall  the  tyrant's  rage 

Too  long  opprefs  the  faint  ; 
The  God  of  Ifra'l  will  fuppcrt 
His  children,  left  they  faint. 

6  Bat  if  our  flavifh  fear 

Will  choofethe  road  to  hell, 

We  muft  expeft  our  pottion  there, 

Where  bolder  finuers  dwell. 

PSALM     126.     Long  Metre. 
Surprifivg  Deliverance. 
s    TT7HEN  God  reftor'd  our  captive  ftate, 
VV       Joy  wasour  fong,  and  grace  our  tkeiag) 
The  grace  beyond  our  hopes  (o  great, 
That  joy  appear'd  a  pleafing  dream, 
s  The  icoffer  owns  thy  hand,  and  pays 
Unwilling  honours  to  thy  name  ; 
While  we  with  pleafure  fhout  thy  praif«5 
With  cheerfnl  notes  thy  love  proclaim. 

3  When  we  review  our  difmal  fears, 
'Twas  hard  to  think  they'll  vanifh  fo; 
With  God  we  left  our  flowing  tears, 
He  makes  our  joys  like  rivers  flow. 

4  The  man  that  in  his  furrow'd  field, 
His  fcatter'd  feed  withfadnefs  leaves^ 
Will  fhout  to  fee  the  harveft  yield 

A  welcome  load  of  joyful  fheaves. 

PSALM     1-26.     Common  Metre, 

Tht  Joy  of  a  ranarkable  Conveijion  ;    or,    Melancholy 

removed. 
1   "\X7H  E  N  God  revcal'c  his  gra-ious  name, 
V  V        And  cha\  g'd  mv  mournful  ft  ate, 
My  rapture  feem'd  a  ple?.A  >g  dream, 
The  giate  appear'd  fo  great. 


^o4  PSALM    CXXVII. 

2  The  world  beheld  the  glorious  change, 

And  did  thy  hand  confefs  : 
My  tongue  broke  out  in  unknown  (trains, 
And  fungfurprifmg  grace. 

3  "  Great  is  the  work,  my  neighbours  cry'd, 

And  own'd  the  power  divine  ; 
"   Great  is  the  zvork,  my  heart  reply'd, 
"  And  be  the  glory  thine." 

4  The  Lord  can  clear  the  darkeft  (Ides, 

Can  give  us  day  for  night ; 
Make  drops  of  facred  forrow  rife 
To  rivers  of  delight. 
3  Let  thofe  that  fow  in  fadnefs  wait 
Till  the  fair  harveft  come, 
They  fhall  confefs  their  (heaves  are  great, 
And  fhout  theblelfings  home. 
5  Tho'  feed  lie  bury'd  long  in  the  dud, 
It  (han't  deceive  their  hope  ; 
The  precious  grain  can  ne'e  r  be  loft, 
-  For  grace  infures  the  crop. 

PSALM      127.     Long  Metre. 
The  B/e/fwgs  of  God  on  the  Bufinefs  andComfotts  of  Lif, 
I   Tf  God  fucceod  not,  all  the  cod 

JL     And  pains  to  build  the  houfcare  loft, 
If  God  the  city  will  not  keep, 
The  watchful  guards  as  well  may  deep, 
3   What  tho'  we  rife  before  the  fun, 
And  work  and  toil  when  Hay  is  done, 
Careful  and  fparing  cat  our  bread, 
To  fhun  that  poverty  we  dread  : 

3  'Tis  all  in  vain,  till  God  hath  blcft, 
He  can  make  rich,  yet  give  us  reft; 
On  Cod,  out  fov'reign,  ftill  depends 
Our  joy  in  children  and  in  friends. 

4  Hapf  y  the  man  to  whom  he  fends 
Obedient  children,  faithful  friendt ! 
How  fweet  our  dai'y  comforts  prove, 
When  they  are  feafon'd  with  his  love. 


PSALM    CXXVII,  CXXVIH.    -2*5 
P  S  A  L  M     127.     Common  Metre. 
God  All  in -All. 
i    T  F  God  to  build  the  houfe  deny, 
J.     The  builders  work  in  vain  ; 
And  towns  without  his  wakeful  eye, 
An  ufelefs  watch  maintain. 
-2  Before  the  morning  beams  arife, 

Your  painful  work,  renew,  _ 
:    And  till  the  ftars  afcend  the  flues, 

Your  tirefome  toil  purfue. 
.3  Short  be  your  fleep,  and  coarfe  your  fare  1 
In  vain  till  God  has  bleft  ; 
But  if  his  fmiles  attend  your  care, 
You  (hall  have  food  and  reft. 
,a  Nor  children,  relatives,  nor  friends, 
Shall  real  bleffings  prove, 
Nor  all  the  earthly  joys  he  fends, 
If  fent  without  his  love. 
■PSALM     %&.     Xommon  Metre, 
Family  Blefings. 

1  4~\  Happy  man»  whofs  fou^  n  kii'^- 

KJ     With  zeal  and  rev'rend  awe  ! 
His  lips  to  God  their  honours  yield, 
His  life  adorns  the  law. 

2  A  careful  providence  mall  ftmd, 

And  ever  guard  thy  head, 
Shall  on  the  labours  of  thyhsod 
Its  kindly  bleffings  fhed. 

3  Thy  wife  fhall  be  a  fruitful  vises 

Thy  children  round  thy  board, 
Each  like  a  plant  of  honour  mine, 
And  learn  to  fear  the  Lord. 

4  The  Lord  fhall  thy  beft  hopes  fulfil, 

Tor  months  and  years  to  come  : 

The  Lord  who  dwells  on  Zioo's  hill, 

Sball  fend  thee  bleffings  borne, 


i6£L.   .      PSALM    CXXIX 

5  This  is  the  man  whofe  haPpy  evts    ' 
Shall  fee  his  houfeiRcreafey 
Shall  fee  the finking  church  aHfe, 
I  hen  leave  the  world  in  peace. 

P  S  A  I M  129.  Com  .U^-Perfie^Wte. 

yj      Have  I  been  nurs'd  in  tears ;  > 
My  griefs  were  conftam  as  the  day, 
And  tedieus  as  the  years. 
Q  Up  from  my  youth  I  bore  the  rare 
Ot  all  the  fons  of  flrife  ;  ^ 

Oft  they  affail'd  my  rioer  ao*, 
But  God  preferv'd  my  life. 

3  O'er  all  my  frame  their  cruel  dart 

Its  painful  wounds  imprefs'd  : 
Hourly  they  vex'd  my  fainting  heart, 
Ivor  let  myforrows  reft. 

4  The  Lord  grew  angry  on  his  throne, 

And  with  impartial  eye 
Meafur'd 1  the  mHchiefs  they  had  done, 
Then  let  his  arrows  fly, 

5  How  was  their  infolence  furpris'd 

To  hear  his  thunde/s  roll !  ' 

And  al]  the  foes  or  Zionfeiz'd 
With  horroi  to  the  foul. 

6  Thus  fhall  the  men  that  hate  the  fai*s, 

Be  blaited  from  the  fky  ; 
Their  glory  farJ„,  their  cou, age  faints, 
And  all  their  profpefts  die 
t  [What  tho'  thev  flourifh  tall  and  fair, 
They  have  no  root  beneath  ; 
Their  growth  (hall  perifh  in  de'fpair, 
And  iie  defpis'd  in  death. 
8  So  corn  that  on  the  houfe-top  ftanda, 
No  hope  of  nan  efl  gives  ; 
The  reaper  ne'er  (hall  fill  his  hands, 
Nor  binder  fold  the  Ihcaves.  J 


PSALM    CXXX.  *57 

?  S  A  L  M     j  go.     Common  Metre. 

Pardoning  Gracs. 

x   f\^  U  T  of  the  deeps  of  long  diftrefs, 
\^  The  borders  of  defpair, 
1  fent  my  cries  to  feek  thy  grace, 
My  groans  to  move  thine  ear. 
9  Great  God  !  mould  thy  feverer  eye, 
And  thine  impartial  hand, 
Mark  and  revenge  iniquity, 
No  mortal  flefh  could  ftand. 

3  But  there  are  pardons  with  my  God, 

For  crimes  of  high  degre*  ; 
Thy  Son  has  bought  them  with  his  blood, 
To  draw  us  near  to  thee. 

4  [I  wait  for  thy  falvation,  Lord, 

With  ftrong  defires  I  wait; 
My  foul,  invited  by  thy  word, 
Stands  watching  at  thy  gate.} 

5  [Juft  as  the  guards  that  keep  the  nigkt 

Long  for  the  morning  fkies, 
Watch  the  firft  beams  of  breaking  light, 
And  meet  them  with  their  eyes  : 

i  So  waits  my  foul  to  fee  thy  grace, 
And  more  intent  than  they, 
Meets  the  firft  op'nings  of  thy  face, 
And  finds  a  brighter  day.]) 
7  Then  in  the  Lord  let  Ifra'l  truft, 
Let  Ifra'l  feek  his  face  ; 
The  Lord  is  good  as  well  as  juft, 
And  plenteous  in  his  grace, 
g  There's  full  redemption  at  his  throne 
For  Tinners  long  enflav'd; 
The  great  Redeemer  is  his  Son, 
Andlfra'i  fhallbe  fav'd. 


t**     P  S  A  L  Nr  cxxx,  cxxxi; 

PSALM     j3q.     Long  Metre. 
Pardoning  Grace 

Jr  thou  feverely  mark  our  faults 
No  flefti  can  ftand  before  thine  eyes 
2  But  thou  haft  built  thy  throne  of Vace 
Free  to  d.fpenfe  thy  pardons  there!        ' 
I  hat  hnncrs  may  approach  thy  face, 
And  hope,  and  Jove,  as  well  as  fear. 

3  As  the  benighted  pilgrims  wait, 
And  long  and  wifh  for  breaking  dav 
So  waits  my  foul  before  thy  ga?  •       ' 
When  willmy  God  his  face  difplay  • 

4  My  truft  is  fix'd  upon  thy  word 
Nor  fhall  I  truft  thy  word  in  vain  • 
Let  mourning  fouls  addrefs  the  Lord 
And  find  relief  from  all  their  pain.     ' 

5  Great  is  his  love,  and  large  his  grac% 
Thro'  the  redemption  of  his  Son  :  ' 
He  turns  our  feet  fromfinful  ways' 

And  pardons  what  our  hands  have  done.- 

PSALM     13 ,.     Common  Metre, 

Humility  and  Submifiion. 

S  there  ambition  in  my  heart  ? 

Search    gracious  God,  and  fee; 
Ur  do  I  *tt  a  haughty  part  ? 
Lord,  I  appeal  to  thee. 

2  l  aT n"17  th°l,shtS'  be  humbIe  *«> '. 

And  all  my  carriage  mild  j 

Content,  my  Father,  with  thy  will, 
And  peaceful  as  a  child. 

3  The  patient  foul,  the  lowly  mind, 

Shall  have  a  large  reward: 

Let  faints  in  forrow  Herefigo'd, 

And  truft  a  faithful  Lord. 


I 


PS  A  L  M     CXXXII.  2?9 

"PSALM     133.     Ver.  5,  13—18.  Long  Metre. 
At  the  Settlement  of  a  Church  ;  or,  the  Ordination  of  & 
Minifer. 

WHERE  (hall  we  go  to  feek  and  fini 
An  habitation  for  our  God  ? 

A  dwelling  for  th'  eternal  mind  ; 

Among  the  fons  of  fleih  and  blood  ! 

The  God  of  Jacob  chore  the  hill 

Of  Zion  for  his  ancient  reft  ; 

And  Zion  is  his  dwelling  ftill; 

His  church  is  with  his  prefencc  bleS:. 

Here  I  will  fix  my  gracious  throne, 

And  reign  for  ever,  faith  the  Lord ; 

Here  (hail  my  pow'r  and  love  be  known. 

And  bleffings  fhall  attend  my  word. 
4  Here  will  I  meet  the  hungry  poor, 

And  fill  their  fou!s  with  living  bread  ; 

Sinners  that  wait  before  my  door, 

With  fweet  provifions  fhall  be  fed. 
q  Gilded  with  truth,  andcloth'd  with  gr«ee> 

My  priefts.  mvminifters  (hall  thine  ; 

Npt  Aaron  in  his  coftiy  drefs 

Appears  fo  glorious  and  divine  : 

6  The  faints,  unable  to  con  am 

Their  inward  pvs,   fhall  fhoutand  ling; 
The  Son  of   David  here  fhall  reign, 
And  Zion  triumph  in  her  King. 

7  Qefps  fhall  fee  a  mim'rous  feed 

Born  here  t'  uohold  his  glorious  name  ; 
His  crown  mal!  flourifh  on  his  head, 
While  all  his  foes  are  »loth'd  with  fhame.]) 
PSALM  132.  Ve<  4,  5.  7    8.   15,  17.  C.  Metre. 

'AChuukeJlablifhed. 
1    ["XT  O  deep  nor  {lumber  to  his  eyes 
L    ^     Good  David  would  a^ord, 
•Til!  he  had  found  befoW  'he  fkies 
A  dwelling  for  the  Lord. 


<i7o  PSALM    CXXXIII. 

2  The  Lord  in  Zion  plae'd  his  name, 

His  ark  was  fettled  there ; 
And  there  th'  affembled  nation  came 
To  worfnip  thrice  a  year. 

3  We  trace  no  more  thefe  toilfome  ways, 

Nor  wander  far  abroad  ; 
Where'er  thy  people  meet  for  praife, 
There  is  a  houfe  for  God.J 

Pause. 

4  Arife,  O  King  of  grace,  arife, 

And  enter  to  thy  reft : 
Lo!  thy  church  waits  with  longing  eyes, 

Thus  to  be  own'd  and  bleft. 
,5  Enter  with  all  thy  glorious  train, 

Thy  Spirit  and  thy  word  ; 
All  that  the  ark  did  once  contain, 

Could  no  fuch  grace  afford. 

0  Here  mighty  God,  accept  our  vows^ 

Here  let  thy  praife  be  fpread  ; 

Blefs  the  provifions  of  thy  houfa, 

And  fill  thy  poor  with  bread. 

7  Here  let  the  Son  of  David  reign, 

Let  God's  Anointed  fhine; 
Jufticeand  truth  his  court  maintain, 
Withloveand  pow'r  divine. 

8  Here  let  him  hold  a  lafting  throne, 

And  as  his  kingdom  grows, 
Frefh  honours  fhall  adorn  his  crown, 
And  fhame  confound  his  foes. 

PSALM     133.     Common  Metre, 

Brotherly  Lov:, 

1  T    O  !  what  an  entertaining  fight 
JL_i  Thofe  friendly  brethren  prove, 
Whofe  cheerful  hearts  in  bands  unite,, 

Of  harm  my  and  love ! 


PSALM    CXXXIII.  171 

2  Where  ftreams  of  blifs  from  Chrift  the  fpring 
Defcend  on  ev'ry  foul; 
And  heav'nly  peace  with  balmy  wing 
Shades  and  bedews  the  whole, 
g  'Tis  like  the  oil  divinely  fweet 
On  Aaron's  rev'rend  head, 
The  trickling  drops  perfum'd  his  feet, 
And  o'er  his  garments  fpread. 
4  'Tis  pleafant  as  the  morning  dews 
That  fall  on  Zion's  hill, 
Where  God  his  mildeft  glory  fhows, 
And  makes  his  grace  diftil. 

PSALM     133.     Short  Metre. 
Communion  of  Saints ;  or,  Love  and  Worjkip  in  a  Family,, 
a   T3  LEST  are  the  fons  of  peace, 
X3  Whofe  hearts  and  hopes  are  one  ; 
Whofe  kind  defigns  to  ferve  and  pleafe 
Thro'  all  their  anions  run. 

2  Bleft  is  the  pious  houfe 

Where  zeal  and  friendfhip  meet, 
Their  fongs  of  praife,  their  mingled  vows, 
Make  their  communion  fweet. 

3  Thus  when  on  Aaron's  head 

They  pour'd  the  rich  perfume, 
The  oil  thro'  all  his  raiment  fpread, 
And  pleafure  fiil'd  the  room. 

4  Thus  on  the  heav'nly  hills 

The  faints  are  bleft  above, 
Where  joy  like  morning  dew  diftils, 
And  all  the  air  is  love, 

PSALM     133.     As  the  taad  Pfalrp, 
The  Bkjfwgs  of  Friendfliip, 
I   T_T  O  W  pleafant  'tis  to  fee 
il   Kindred  and  friends  agree, 
Each  in  his  proper  fo.i   n  m®ve, 
And  each  fulfil  bus  part 
With  fyrnpathifiqg  h<  art, 
la  all  the  care*  oi  life  aad  love. 


on   PSALM     CXXXIV,  CXXX^ 

2  'Tis  like  an  ointment  fhed 
On  Aaron's  facred  head, 

Divinely  rich,  divinely  fweet; 

The  oil  thro'  all  the  room 

Diffus'd  a  choice  perfume, 
Ran  thro'  his  robes  and  bleft  his  feet. 

3  Like  fruitful  fhow'rsof  rain 
That  water  all  the  plain, 

Defending  from  the  neighb'ring  hills ; 
Such  ftreams  of  pleafure  roll 
Thro'  ev*ry  friendly  foul. 
Where  love  like  heav'nly  dew  diftils. 
[Repeat  thcfirjl  Stanza  t$  complete  the  Tune.] 
PSALM     134..     Common  Metre. 
Daily  and  nightly  Devotion. 

1  "T  7*  E  that  obey  th'  immortal  King, 

\     Attend  his  holv  place  ; 
Bow  to  the  glories  of  his  pow'r, 
And  blefs  his  wond'rous  grace, 

2  Lift  sp  your  hands  by  morning  light, 

And  fend  your  fouls  on  high  ; 
Raife  vour  admiring  thoughts  by  night 
Above  the  ftarry  iky. 

3  The  God  of  Zion  cheers  our  hearts 

With  rays  of  quick'ning  grace  ; 
The  God  that  fpreads  the  neav'ns  abroad, 
And  rules  the  f  welling  feas. 

PSALM  135.  Ver.  1-4.  14,  19-11 .  Firfl  Part.  L.  U. 

The  Church  is  God's  Hcufe  and  Caret 

1  T)  RAISE  ye  tb.r  Lord,  exalt  his  name, 
JT     While  in  hi*  earthlv  courts  ye  wait, 
Ye  faints  that  to  h:s  houfe  belong, 

Or  Hand  attending  at  his  sate. 

2  Praife  \>e  the  Lord,  the  Lord  is  tro^d  ; 
To  praife  his  name  is  fwef  employ  : 
lfra'1  hechoreof  oM.  and  0 ill 

His  church  is  his  peculiar  joy. 


PSALM     CXXXV..  S72 

g  The  Lord  himfelf  will  judge  his  fainU  ; 

He  treats  his  fervants  as  his  friends; 

And  when  he  hears  their  fore  complaint*, 

Repents  the  for  rows  that  he  fends. 
4.  Thro'  ev'ry  age  the  Lord  declares 

His  name,  and  breaks  th'  oppreflbr's  rod  ; 

He  gives  his  fuff'ring  fervants  reft, 

And  will  be  known  th'  Almighty  God. 
5  Blefs  ye  the  Lord,  who  tafte  his  love, 

People  and  priefVs  exalt  his  name  : 

Amongft  his  faints  he  ever  dwells  ;. 

His  church  is  his  jerafaiem. 

PSALM      135.     Ver.  5—  1%.  Sumd  Part.. 

The  Woiks  of  Creation,  Pnvidence,  Redemption  oj  Ifrael, 
and  Dejlruclion  oj  Enemies.. 

1  /~N  RE  AT  is  the  Lord,  exalted  high 
VJT  Above  all  pow'rs  and  ev'ry  throne  ;• 
What'er  he  pleafe  in  earth  or  fca. 

Or  heav'n  or  hell,  his  hand  hath  done. 

2  At  his  command  the  vapours  rife, 

The  lightnings  flafh,  the  thunders  roar; 
He  pours  the  rain,  he  brings  the  wind 
And  terapeft  from  his  airy  ftore. 

3  'Twas  he  thofe  dreadful  tokens  fent, 
G  Egypt?  thro'  thy  ftubborn  land ; 
When  all  thy  firft-born,  beafts  and  raenj 
Fell  dead  by  his  avenging  hand. 

4  What  mighty  nations,  mighty  kings 
He  flew,  and  their  whole  country  gave 
To  Ifra'l,  whom  his  hand  redeem'd, 
No  more  to  be  proud  Pharaoh's  flavc. 

j  His  pow'r  the  fame,  the  fame  his  grace,. 
That  faves  us  from  the  hofts  of  hell ; 
And  heav'n  he  gives  us  to  poffefs, 
tVhenee  tbofc  apoftate  e.ngelj  fell.. 


474  PSALM    CXXXV. 

PSALM     135.     Common  Metre. 

Praife  due  to  God,  not  to  Idols. 

t     A  WAKE,  ye  faints :    To  praife  your  King 
ii  Your  fweeteft  paffions  raife, 
Your  pious  pieafure,  while  you  fing, 
Increafing,  with  the  praife. 
*  Great  is  the  Lord;  and  works  unknown 
Are  his  divine  employ  : 
But  ftill  his  faints  are  near  his  throne, 
His  treafure  and  his  joy. 

3  Heav'n,  earth  and  fea  confefs  his  hand  » 

He  bids  the  vapours  rife; 
Lightning  and  ftorm  at  his  command 
Sweep  thro' the  founding  fkies. 

4  All  pow'r  that  gods  or  kings  have  claim'd, 

Is  found  with  him  alone; 
But  heathen  gods  fhould  ne'er  be  nam'd 
Where  our  Jehovah's  known. 

5  Which  of  the  flocks  and  (tones  they  truft, 

Can  give  them  fhow'rs  of  rain  ? 
In  vain  they  worfhip  glitt'ring  duft, 
And  pray  to  God  in  vain. 

6  Their  gods  have  tongues  that  fpeechlefs  prove, 

Such  as  their  makers  gave : 
Their  feet  were  never  forra'd  to  move, 
Nor  hands  have  pow'r  to  fave. 

7  Blind  are  their  eyes,  their  eais  are  deaf, 

Nor  hear  when  mortals  pray  ; 

Mortals  that  wait  for  their  relief, 

Are  blind  and  deaf  a«  they. 

8  Ye  nations,  know  the  living  God, 

Serve  him  with  faith  and  fear; 
He  makes  the  churches  his  abode, 
And  claims  your  honours  there. 


PSALM    CXyLVl.  »;S 

PSALM     135.     Common  Metre. 

Cod's   Wonders  of  Creation,  Providence,   Redemption  of 
Ifrael,  and  Salvation  of  his  People. 

1  /~*  IVE  thanks  to  God,  the  fov'reign  Lord  ; 
V_X     His  mercies  JIM  endure  ; 

And  be  the  King  of  kings  ador'd ; 
His  truth  is  ever  Jure. 

2  What  wonders  hath  his  wifdom  done  ! 

How  mighty  is  his  hand  ! 
Heav'o,  earth  and  fea  he  fram'd  alone ; 
How  wide  is  his  command  / 

3  The  fun  fupplies  the  day  with  light  S 

How  bright  his  counflsfhine  ■' 
The  moon  and  ftars  adorn  the  night; 
His  works  are  all  divine  ! 

4  [He  flruck  the  fons  of  Egypt  dead  1 

How  dreadful  is  his  rod'. 
And  thence  with  joy  his- people  led  % 
Hew  gracious  is  our  God  ! 

5  He  cleft  the  fwelling  fea  in  two  ; 

His  arm  is  great  in  might  } 
And  gave  the  tribes  a  paffage  thro' ; 
His  pow'  r  and  grace  u  n  ite. 

6  But  Pharaoh's  army  there  he  drown'd ; 

How  glorious  are  his  ways ! 
And  brought  his  faints  thro'  defert  grouad  | 
Eternal  is  his  praife. 

7  Great  monarchs  fell  beneath  his  hand  ; 

ViBcrious  is  his  [word  i 
While  Ifra'l  took  the  promis'd  land  ; 
And  faithful  is  his  word, ~\ 

8  He  faw  the  nations  dead  in  fin; 

Hi  felt  his  pity  move  ; 
How  fad  the  Hate  the  world  was  in  ' 
How  boundlefs  was  his  I  me! 


-76  PSALM     CXXXVI.. 

g  He  fentto  fave  us  from  oar  woe; 
His  goodnefs  never  Jails ; 
From  death  and  hell,  and  ev'ry  foe; 
An  djtill  his  grace  prevails. 

10   Give  thanks  to  G  d  the  heav'nly  King; 
His  mercies  JliU  endure  i 

L?t  the  whole  earth  his  praifes  fing  ; 
His  truth  is  ever  Jure. 

PSALM     135.  As  the  1481k  Pfalm. 

1   PIVE  thanks  to  God  moft  high, 
vJT  The  universal  Lord; 
The  fov'reign  King  of  kings; 
And  be  his  grace  ador'd. 

His  pozv'r  and  grace- 

Are  Jlill  the  fame  ; 

And  let  his  name 

Have  cndiefs  praife. 
a  Kow  mighty  is  his  hand  ! 
What  wonders  hath  he  done  ! 
He  form'd  the  earth  and  fe>as, 
Apd.fpread  the  heav'ns  alene. 

Thy  mercy,  Lord, 
-  Shall  fill  endure  ; 

And  ever  fure 

At  ides  thy  word. 

3  His  wifdom  fram'd  the  fun 
To  crown  the  day  with  light; 
The  moon  and  twinkling  ftars 
To  cheer  the  darkfome  night.  - 

Hispovfr  and  grace 
Are  jlill  the  fume  ; 
And  Lt  his  name 
Have  endiejs praife. 

4  He  fmote  the  firft-born  fens, 
The  fiow'r  of  Lgypt  dead; 

•  And  thence  his  chofen  triDcs 
Kith  joy  and  glory  led, 


PSALM     CXXXVI,  *;$ 

Thy  mercy,  Lord, 

Shall  JIM  endure  ; 

And  ever  Jure 

Abides  thy  word. 
$  His  pow'r  and  lifted  red- 
Cleft  the  Red-fea  in  two; 
And  for  his  people  made 
A  wond'rous  paffage  thro'. 

His  pozv'r  and  grace 

Are  fall  the  fame; 

And  let  his  name 

Have  endkfspraife. 

6  But  cruel  Pharaoh  there 
With  all  his  hofts  he  drown'dj- 
And  brought  his  Ifra'l  fafe 
Thro'  a  long  defert  ground. 

Thy  mercy,  Lord, 
Shall  JIM  endure  ; 
And  ever  Jure 
Abides  thy  word, 

P    A    U    S    Zi 

7  The  kings  of  Canaan  fell 
Beneath  his  dreadful  hand  ; 
While  his  own  fervants  took. 
Poffeffion  of  their  land. 

His  pozv'r  and  grace 
Are  fill  the  fame; 
And  let  his  name 
Have  endlef  praije. 

8  He  faw  the  nations  lie? 
All  p?rifhing  in  fin, 
And  pity'd  the  fad  flate 
The  ruin'd  world  was  in, 

Thy  mercy,  Lord, 
Shall  fill  endure  ; 
And  ever  Jure 
Abides  thx  ward. 


*78  PSALM    CXXXVI. 

9  He  fecit  his  only  Son, 
To  fave  us  from  our  woe,         ^       - 
From  fatan,  fin  and  death,     <^ /jf 
And i  ev'ry  hurtful  foe.  /     Mfc  f,tto& 

His  pow'r  and  grace  \~S  *S 

Are  ft  ill  the  farm  ; 
And  let  his  name 
Have  endlefs  praife. 

10  Give  thanks  aloud  to  God, 
To  God  the  heav'nl}  King; 
And  let  the  fpacious  earth 
His  work  sand  glories  fing. 

Th\<  mercy \  Lord, 
Shailjlill  endure; 
And  eve/ Jure 
Abides  thy  word. 

PSALM     136.     Abridged.  Long  Metr*. 


'G 


Mercy  and  truth,  arc  all  his  ways  : 
Wonders  of  Grace  to  God  belong. 
Repeat  hi:  mercies  in  your  j on g. 

a  Give  to  the  Lord  of  lords  renown, 
The  King  of  kings  with  glory  crown  : 
His  mercies  ever  fliall  endure, 
When  lords  and  kings  are  known  no  more. 

3  He  built  the  earth,  he  fpread  the  fky, 
And  fix'd  the  (tarry  lighs  on  high  : 
Wonders  of  Grace  to  God  belong, 
Repeat  his  mercies  in  yourfong. 

4  He  fills  the  fun  with  morning  light, 
He  bids  the  moon  direft  the  night : 
His  mercies  ever  Piall  endure, 

When  funs  and  moons  (hail  [hine  no  more. 

5  The  Jews  he  freed  from  Pharaoh's  hand, 
And  brought  them  to  the  promis'd  land  ; 
Wonders  of  Grace  to  God  belong, 

Repeat  his  mercies  in  yourfong. 


PSALM    CXXX\ 

6  He  faw  the  Gentiles  dead  in  fin, 
And  felt  his  pitv  move  within  : 
His  mercies  ever  fliall  endure, 

;  _  When  dfAh  and  Jin  fliall  reign  no  more. 

7  He  fent  his  Son  with  pow'r  to  fave 
From  guilt,  and  darknefs,  and  the  grave: 
Wonders  of  Grace  to  God  belong, 

Repeat  his  mercies  in  your  Jong. 

8  Thro'  this  vain  world  he  guides  our  feet, 
And  leads  us  to  his  heav'nly  feat : 

His mercies  ever  [hall  endure, 

When  this  vain  world  Jhall  be  no  more. 

PSALM     137. 
The  Babylonijh  Captivity. 

t     \   LONG  the  banks  where  Babel'scurrentilowjj 
x\.Ourcaptivebandsindeepdefpondenceftray'd, 
While  Zions'  fall  in  fad  rememb'rance  rofe, 
Her  friends,  her  children,  mingled  with  the  dead.. 
11  The  tunelefs  harp,  that  once  w  ith  joy  we  ftrung, 
When  praife  employ'd  and  mirth  infpir'd  the  la}', 
In  mournful  filence  on  the  willows  hung, 

And  growing  grief  prolong'd  the  tedious  day. 

3  The  barb'rous  tyrants,  to  increaTe  the  woe, 

With  taunting  fmiles  a  fong  of  Zion  claim; 
Bid  facred  praife  in  ftreams  melodious  flow, 
While  they  blafpheme  the  great  Jehovah's  name. 

4  But  how,  in  heathen  chains  and  lands  unknown, 

Shall  Ifra'l's  fens  3  fong  of  Zion  raife  ? 
O  haplefs  Salem,  God's  terrefirial  throne, 
Thou  land  of  glory,  facred  mount  of^raifc  ! 
.5  If  e'er  my  mem'ry  lofethy  lovely  name, 

If  my  cold  heart  neglect  my  kindred  race, 
•Let  dire  deRruftion  feize  this  guilty  frame  ; 

My  hand  (hall  peiifh  and  my  vcics  fhall  ceafe, 
M2 


a  jl  M    CXXXV1H. 

t  the  Lord,  who  hears  when  Zion  calh»> 
citake  her  foes  with  terror  and  difmay, 
iiis  arm  avenge  her  defolaied  walls, 
And  raife  her  children  to  eternal  day. 

PSALM     138. 

Rejloiirg  and  Preferving  Grace. 

VV     I'll  praife  my  Maker  in  my  fong; 
Angels  fhall  hear  the  notes  I  raife, 
Approve  the  fong,  and  join  the  praife. 
a  [Angels  that  make  thy  church  their  care 
Shall  witnefs  my  devotions  there, 
While  holy  zeal  direcls  my  eyes 
To  thy  fair  temple  in  the  fkies.J 

*  I'll  fing  thy  truth  and  mercy,  Lord, 
I'll  fing  the  wonders  of  thy  word  ; 
Not  all  the  works  and  names  below 
So  much  thy  pow'rand  glory  fhow. 

4  To  God  I  cry'd  when  troubles  rofe ; 
He  heard  me,  and  fubdu'd  my  foes : 
He  did  my  rifing  fesrs  controul, 
And  ftrength  diffus'd  through  ail  my  foul, 

5  The  God  of  beav'n  maintains  his  ftate, 
Frowns  on  the  proud,  and  fcorns  the  great  3 
But  from  his  throne  defcends  to  blefs 
The  humble  fouls  that  trufl  his  grace. 

6  Amid  ft  a  thoufand  fnares  I  Hand 
Upheld  and  guarded  by  thy  hand; 
Thy  words  my  fainting  foul  revive, 
And  keep  my  dying  faith  alive. 

1  Grace  will  complete  what  grace  begins, 
To  Have  from  forrows  or  from  fins; 
The  work  that  wifdom  undertaken, 
Sternal  mercy  ne'er  forfake^. 


PSALM    CXXXIX.         aS'iV 

?  S  A  L  M     139.     Firjl  Part.     Long  Metre. 

The  All-Seeing  God. 

k     T    ORD,  thou  haft  fearch'd  and  feen  me  thro' ; 

JL-rf  Thine  eye  commands  with  piercing  view 

My  riling  and  my  refting  hours, 

My.  heart  and  flefh  with  all  their  pow'rs. 
2  My  thoughts,  before  they  are  my  own, 

Are  to  my  God  diftin&ly  known  ; 

He  knows  the  Words  I  mean  to  fpeak, 

Ere  from  my  op'ning  lips  they  break, 
'*3  Within  thy  circling  pow'r  I  ftand, 

On  ev'ry  fide  I  find  thy  hand  : 

Awake,  afleep,  at  home,  abroad, 

I  am  furrounded  ftill  with  Goa. 

4  Amazing  knowledge,  vaft  and  great! 
What  large  extent !  what  lofty  height ! 
My  foul  with  all  the  pow'rs  I  boaft, 

Is  in  theboundlefs  profpe£t  loft. 

5  0  may  theft  thoughts  pojfefs  my  kreaft, 
Where'er  I  rove,  where'er  I  rejl ; 
Nor  let  my  weaker  piffions  dare 
Conjent  tofin,  jor  God  is  there. 

P  a  u  s   e     Firil. 

6  Could  I  fo  falfe,  fo  faithlefs  prove, 
To  quit  thy  fervice  and  thy  love, 
Where,  Lord,  could  I  thy  prefence  fhun, 
Or  from  thy  dreadful  glory  run? 

7  If  up  to  heav'n  I  take  my  flight, 

'Tis  there  thou  dv/ell'ft  enthron'd  in  light! 
Or  dive  to  hell,  there  veng'ance  reigns, 
And  fatan  groans  beneath  thy  chains. 

8  If  mounted  on  a  morning  ray 
I  fly  beyond  the  Weftern  lea, 

Thy  fwifter  hand  would  firft  arrive, 

And  there  arrefl  thy  fugitive,  [M3 


aS*  PSALM     CXXXIX. 

9  Or  fiiould  I  ci\  io  fhun  thy  fight 


Benettb  lit  ;pu-adin 
One 


g  veil  of  night, 


glance  oi  tmne,  one  piercing  ray 
Would  kiiidle  darkr.efs  into  day. 
10  0  may  ihtfe  thoughts  pojjefs  my  bnafl^ 
Where'er  1  rove,  where'er  I  r:fl; 
Nor  Id  m\  weaker  paffions  dare 
Con/era  ivjin,  fur  God  is  there. 

Pause     Second. 
J  i    The  veil  of  night  is  no  difguife, 

No  icreea  from  thy  all-fearching  eyes; 

Thy  hand  can  feize  thy  foes  as  fooo 

Thru'  midnight  {hades  as  blazing  noon, 
12   Midnight  and  noon  in  this  aoree, 

Great  God  thev'ie  both  alike  to  thee  ; 

Not  death  can  hide  what  God  will  fpy, 

And  heli  iies  naked  to  his  eye. 
33  0  may  theft  thoughts  pojjefs  my 

Where'er  I  rove,  where'er  I  reft; 

Nor  Id  my  weaker  paffions  dart 

Confent  to  Jin,  fur  God  is  there. 

PS  AL  M     139.     Second  Pait.  Long  Metre. 
'lie  wonderful  Formation  of  Man. 
1    'rT1  W  AS  fiom  thy  hand,  my  God,  I  came, 
_L     A  work  of  fuch  a  curious  frame ; 
la  me  thy  fearful  wonders  fhine, 
And  each  proclaims  thy  fkill  divint. 
a   Thine  eyes  did  all  my  limbs  furvey, 
Which  yet  in  dark  confufion  lay  : 
Thou  faw'A  the  daily  growth  they  took, 
Form'd  by  the  model  of  thy  book. 
$   By  thee  my  growing  parts  were  nam'd, 
-And  what  thy  fov'reign  counfels  fram'd. 
The  bicaching  lungs,  the  beating  hear^ 
Was  copy'd  with  unerring  art. 


PSALM    CXXXIX.  283 

4  At  laft  to  fhow  my  Maker's  name, 

God  ftamp'd  his  image  on  my  frame, 

And  in  Tome  unknown  moment  join' d 

The  finilh'd  members  of  the  mind. 
**  $  There  the  young  feeds  of  thought  begaD, 

And  ail  the  paffions  of  the  man ; 

Great  God,  our  infant  nature  pays 

Immortal  tribute  tothy  praife. 
Pause. 
6  Lord,  fmce  in  my  advancing  age 

I've  a&ed  on  life's bufy  fiage, 

Thy  thoughts  of  love  to  me  furmount, 

The  pow'r  of  numbers  to  recount. 
J  I  could  furvey  the  ocean  o'er 

And  count  each  fand  that  makes  the  fhore9 

Before  myfwifteft  thoughts  could  trace 

The  num'rous  wonders  of  thy  grace. 
8  Theieon  my  heart  are  dill  impieft, 

With  thefe  I  give  my  eyes  to  reft  ; 

And  at  my  waking  hour  I  find 

God  and  his  love  poffefs  my  mind. 

PSALM     139.     Third  Part.     Long  Metre. 

Sincerity  profefs'd,   and  Grace  tried}  or,    The  Heart' 

feanhivg  God. 
1   TV/fY  God'  what  inward  grief  I  feel, 

1V1   When  impious  men  tranfgrels  thy  Will  I 

I  mourn  to  hear  their  lips  profane 

Take  thy  tremendous  name  in  vain. 
§  Does  not  my  foul  deteft  and  hate 

The  Ions  of  malice  and  deceit  t 

Thofe  that  oppofe  thy  laws  and  thee* 

I  count  for  enemies  to  me. 
3  Lord,  fearchmy  foul,  try  ev'ry  thought, 

Though  my  own  heart  accufe  ine  not4 

Of  wa;king  in  a  taiie  diiguilcj 

I  beg  the  trial  of  thine  eyes, 
U  4 


2*4  PSALM    CXXXIX. 

4  Doth  fecret  mifchief  lurk  within  ? 
Do  I  indulge  fotne  unknown  fin  ? 
O  turn  my  feet  whene'er  I  ftray, 
And  lead  me  in  thy  perfeft  way. 

PSALM     139.      Firjl  Part.     Com.  Metre. 
God  is  every  where. 
1    TN  all  my  vaft  concerns  with  thee, 
J.      In  vain  my  foul  would  try 
To  fhun  thy  prefence  Lord,  or  flee 
The  notice  of  thine  eye. 

%  Thy  all-furrounding  fight  furveys 
Myrifing  and  my  reft, 
My  public  walks,  mv  private  ways, 
And  fecrets  of  my  breift. 
§  Mv  thoughts  lie  open  to  the  Lord 
Before  they're  form'd  within  ; 
And  ere  my  lips  pronounce  the  word, 
He  knows  the  fenfe  I  mean. 

4  Owond'rous  knowledge,  deeo  and  high! 

Where  can  a  creature  hide? 
Within  thy  circling  arms  I  lie, 
Enclos'd  on  ev'ry  fide. 

5  So  let  thy  grace  furround  me  ft  ill, 

And  likea  bulwark  prove, 

To  guard  my  Foul  from  ev'ry  ill, 

Secur'd  by  fov'reign  love. 

Pause. 

6  Lord,  where  fhall  guilty  fouls  retire 

Forgotten  and  unknown  ? 
In  hell  fhey  meet  thy  dreadful  fire, 
In  heav'n  thy  gloiious  throne. 

7  Should  I  fupprefs  my  vital  breath 

To'fcape  the  wrath  divine, 
Thy  voice  would  break  the  bars  of  death. 
And  make  the  oraverefigo. 


PSALM    CXXXIX.         2% 

%  If  wing'd  with  beams  of  morning  light 
I  flyheyoad  the  weft, 
Thy  hand,  which  muftfupport  my  flighty 
Would  foon  betray  my  reft.-- 
g  If  o'er  my  fins  I  think  to  draw 
The  curtains  of  the  night, 
The  flaming  eyes  that  guard  thy  law- 
Would  turn  the  fhades  to  light. 
10  The  beams  of  noon,  the  midnight  hour 
Are  both  alike  to  thee  : 
O  may  I  ne'er  provoke  that  pow'r,. 
From  which  I  cannot  flee. 

P  S  A  L  M  139.     Second  Part,     Common  Metre.-. 
The  Wifdom  of  God  in  the  Formation  of  Man. 

1  \\T  HE  N  I  with  pleafing  wonder  ftaad- 

V  V        And  ail  my  frame  lurvey, 
Lord  'tis  thy  work,  I  own  thy  hand 
Thusbuilt  my  humble  clay,  . 

2  Thy  hand  my  heart  and  reins  fo-ffeiij. 

Where  unborn  nature  grew       j 
Thy  wifdom  all  my  features  trae'd^ 

And  all  my  members  drew, . 
3.  Thine  eye  withnieeft  care  furvey'd  i 

The  growth  of  ev'ry  part ; 
Till  the  whole  fcheme  thy  thoughts  had  Hid 

Was  copy  'd  by  thy  art. 

4  Heav'n,  earth  and  fea,  and  fire  and  wind 
Show  me  thy  wond'rous  fkill; 
But  I  review  myfelf,  and  find 
Diviner  wonders  Hill. 

j.  Thy  awful  glories  round  me  fhine, 
My  flefh  proclaims  thy  praife; 
Lord,  to  thy  works  of  naturejoisj 
Thy  miracles  of  grace. 
IH-  s 


&6        PSALM     CXXXIX,  CXL. 
PSALM  \%$.Vcr.  14, 17,  18.  Third  Pan.  C.  Metre. 
The  Mercies  of  God  innumerable. 
An  Evening  Pfalm. 

1  T    O  R  D,  when  I  count  thy  mercies  o'er, 
JL_j      They  ftrike  me  with  furprife  ; 

Not  all  the  fands  that  fpread  the  fhore, 
To  equal  numbers  rife. 

2  My  flefh  with  fear  and  wonder  (hands, 

The  product  of  thy  fkill, 
And  hourly  bleffings  from  thy  hands 
Thy  thoughts  of  love  reveal. 

3  Thefe  on  my  heart  by  night  I  keep; 

How  kind,. how  dear  to  me! 
O  may  the  hour  that  ends  my  fleep 
Still  find  my  thoughts  with  thee  ! 

PSALM     140.     Common  Metre. 
1   "OROTECT  us,  Lord,  from  fatal  harm  ; 
JT       Behold  our  rifing  woes; 
We  truft  alone  thy  pow'rfularm, 
To  fcatter  all  our  foes. 
G  Thrir  tongue  is  like  a  poifon'd  dart, 
Their  thoughts  are  full  of  guile; 
While  rage  and  carnage  fwell  their  heart, 
They  wear  a  peaceful  fmile. 
5  O  God  of  grace,  thy  guardian  care, 
When  foes  without  invade, 
Or  fpread  within  a  deeper  fnare, 
Supplies  our  conflant  aid. 

4  Let  Wifehood  flee  before  thy  face, 

Thy  heav'nly  truth  extend, 
And  nations  tafte  thy  heav'nly  grace, 

And  all  delufion  end. 
c  With  daily  bread  thepoor  fupply, 

Thecaufe  ot  juftice  plead  ; 
•      And  be  thy  church  exalted  high, 

With  Chrift  the  glorious  head. 


PSALM    CXLI,CXLII.        2.S7 

PSALMS  Ver.  2,-5.  Lon§  Metre* 
Watchfulnefs  and  Brotherly  Love. 
A  Morning  or  Evening  Pfalm. 
1  T\  /I  Y  God,  accept  my  early  vows, 
M  Like  morning  incenfe  in  thine  houfe, 
And  let  my  nightly  worfhip  rile 
Sweet  as  the  ev'ning  faenhce. 
a  Watch  o'er  my  lips,  and 1  g»rd  them,  Lord, 
From  ev'ry  ram  ana  heedlefs  word  , 
Nor  letmy  feet  incline  to  tread 
The  guiky  path  where  tinners  lead. 
o  O  may  the  righteous,  when  I  flray, 
3  Smite  and  reprove  my  wand'rmg  way  I 
Their  gentle  words  like  ointment  (hed, 
Shall  never  bruife,  but  cheer  my  head. 
A  When  I  behold  them  preft  with  grief, 
I'll  cry  to  heav'n  for  their  rebel ; 
And  by  my  warm  petitions  prove 
How  much  I  prize  their  faithful  love. 
PSALM  142.  C.M.-GodistheHopeoftheHelf^ 
i   r-T^O  God  I  made  my  forrows  known, 
1         From  God  1  fought  relief; 
IrTIong  complaints  before  his  throne 
I  pour'd  out  all  my  grief. 
a  My  foul  was  overwhelm'd  with  woes, 
My  heart  began  to  break  ; 
My  God,  who,  all  my  burden  knows, 
Beholds  the  way  I  take. 

3  On  ev'ry  fide,  I  caft  mine  eye, 

And  found  my  helpers  gone, 
While  friends  and  ttrangers  paft  me  by 
Neglected  or  unknown. 

4  Then  did  1  raife  a  louder  cry, 

And  call'd  thy  mercy  near, 
"  Thou  art  my  portion  when  I  die* 
«'  Be  thou  my  refuge  here." 


'Z6  3 


PSALM    CXLin. 

5  Lord,  I  am  brought  exceeding  low, 

Now  let  thine  ear  attend, 
And  make  my  foes,  who  vex  me,  knov,- 
I've  an  Almighty  Friend. 

6  From  my  fad  prifon  fet  me  free, 

Then  fhall   I  praife  thy  name, 
And  holv  men  fhall  join  with  me, 
Thv  kindnefs  to  proclaim. 
P  S  A  L  M     143.     Long  Metre. 
Complaint  of  heavy  Afflictions  in  Mind  and  Body, 

1  "|\  yT V  righteous  Judge,  mv  gracious  God, 
J.*  3.   Hear  when  I  fpread  my  hands  abroad, 
And  cry  for  fuccour  from  thv  throne, 

O  make  thy  truth  and  mercy  known. 

2  Let  judgment  not  againft  me  pafs  : 
Behold  thv  fervant  pleads  thy  grace  : 
Shou'd  jufiice  call  us  to  thy  bar, 
No  man  alive  is  guiltlefs  there. 

3  Look  down  in  pity,  Lord,  and  fee 
The  mighty  woes  that  burthen  me  ; 
Down  to  the  dull  my  life  is  brought, 
Like  one  long  bury'd  and  forgot, 

\  I  dwell  in  darknefs  and  unseen, 
My  heart  is  desolate  within  : 
My  thoughts  in  mufing  filence  trace 
The  ancient  wonders  of  thy  grace. 

;  Thence  I  derive  a  glimpfe  of  hope 
To  bear  mv  finking  fpiri's  up  ; 
I  {trench  my  hands  to  God  again, 
And  thirft  like  parched  lands  for  rain. 

!  For  thee  I  thirft,  I  prav,   I  mourn; 
When  will  thy  fmiling  face  return  ? 
Shall  all  mv  joys  on  earth  remove, 
And  God  for  ever  hide  his  love  ? 
Mv  God,  thy  long  delav  to  fave, 
Will  fir,k  thv  prisoner  to  the  grave  ; 
Mv  heart  gmws  faint    and  dim  mine  eye  ; 
"Make  hafte  to  help  before  I  die. 


PSALM    CXLIV.  2*f 

§  The  night  is  witnefs  to  my  tears, 
Diftreffing pains,  diftreffing  fears; 

0  might  I  hear  thy  morning  voice, 
How  would  my  weary  pow'rs  rejoice ! 

9  In  thee  I  truft,  to  theel  figh 
And  lift  my  weary  foul  on  high  ; 
For  thee  fit  waiting  all  the  day, 
And  wear  the  tirefome  hours  away. 

10  Break  off  my  fetters,  Lord,  and  fhow, 
The  paths  in  which  mv  feet  fhould  go-l 
If  fnares  and  foes  befet  the  mad, 

1  flee  to  hide  me  near  my  God. 
31   Teach  me  to  do  thy  holy  will. 

And  leadmeto  thy  heav'nly  hill: 
Let  the  good  Spirit  of  thy  love 
Conduct  me  to  thy  courts  above. 
12  Then  fhall  my  foul  no  more  complain, 
The  tempter  then  fhall  rage  in  vain; 
And  flefh  that  wasmv  foe  before, 
Shall  never  vex  my  fpirit  mors, 

PSALM  i4f  Part  I.  Ver.  1,2.  Com.  Metre, 
Afjiflancc  and  ViBory  in  thefpiritual  War/an, 
'OR  ever-bleffed  be  the  Lord, 


F( 


My  Saviour  and  mv  fhield 
He  fends  his  Spirit  with  his  word, 

To  arm  me  for  the  field. 
When  fin  and  hell  their  force  unite, 

He  makes  my  foul  his  care  ; 
Inflru&s  me  in  the  heav'nly  fight, 

And-guarcU  me  thro'  the  war. 
A  friend  and  helper  To  divine 

My  fainting  hopes  fhall  raife; 
He  make*  the  glorious  vi&'ry  mine, 

And  his  fhall  be  the  praife. 


490  P  S  A  L  M    CXLIV,  CXLV. 

PSALM     144.  Part  II.  C.  M.  Ver.  3,  4,  5>  6 

The  Vanity  of  Man,  and  the  Condefcenfion  of  God, 
1    T    O  R  D,  what  is  man,  poor  feeble  man, 
JLj     Bom  of  the  earth  at  firft? 
His  life  a  fhadow,  light  and  vain, 
Still  hafl'ning  to  the  duft. 
a  O  what  is  feeble  dying  man, 
Or  all  his  fmful  race, 
That  God  fhould  make  it  his  concern 
To  vifit  him  with  grace! 
3  That  God  who  darts  his  lightnings  down, 
Who  fhakes  the  worlds  above, 
What  terrors  wait  his  awful  frown  ! 
How  wond'rous  is  his  love  ! 

PSALM  144.  Part  III.  L.  M.  Ver.   12—15. 
Grace  above  Riches ;  or,  the  happy  Nation. 

x  TT  A  P  P  Y  the  city,  where  their  fons 
JlJL  Like  pillars  round  a  palace  fet, 
And  daughters  bright  as  polifh'd  ftones 
Give  ftrength  aud  beauty  to  the  ftate. 

a  Happy  the  land  in  culture  drefs'd, 

Whofe  flocks  and  corn  have  large  increafe; 
Where  men  fecurely  work  or  reft, 
Nor  fons  of  plunder  break  their  peace. 

3  Happy  the  nation  thus  endow'd, 
But  more  divinely  bleft  are  thofe, 
On  whom  the  all-fufficient  God 
Himfelf  with  all  his  grace  beflows. 

P  S  A  L  M     145.     Long  Metre. 
The  Gieatnefs  of  God. 

1   1\/TY  Go;3'  mV  KinS'  thy  various  praife 
1VJL  Shall  fill  the  remnant  of  my  days  ; 
Thy  grace  employ  my  humble  tongue 
Till  death  and  glory  raife  the  fong. 


PSALM    CXLV.  291 

a  The  wings  of  ev'ry  hour  fhall  bear 
Some  thankful  tribute  to  thine  ear ; 
And  ev'ry  fetting  fun  fhall  fee 
New  works  of  duty  done  for  thee. 

3  Thy  truth  and  juftice  I'll  proclaim  ; 
Thy  bounty  flows  an  endlefs  ftream; 
Thy  mercy  fwift,  thine  anger  flow, 
But  dreadful  to  the  ftubborn  foe. 

4  Thy  works  with  fov'reign  glory  fhine, 
And  fpeak  thy  Majefly  divine; 

Let  ev'ry  realm  with  joy  proclaim 
The  found  and  honour  of  thy  name, 

5  Let  diftant  times  and  nations  raife 
The  long  fucceffion  of  thy  praife ; 
And  unborn  ages  make  my  fong 
The  joy  and  triumph  of  their  tongue. 

6  But  who  can  fpeak  thy  wond'rous  deeds, 
Thy  greatnefs  all  our  thoughts  exceeds; 
Vaft  and  unfearchable  thy  ways! 

Vaft  and  immortal  be  thy  praife  ! 

PSALM  345.  Ver.  1—7.  «■*&■  ParL  1'"°'  ** 

The  Greatnefs  of  God. 
1  T    O  N  G  as  I  live  I'll  blefs  thy  name, 
I  j     My  King,  my  God  of  love; 
My  work  and  joy  fhall  be  the  fame, 
In  the  bright  world  above. 
a  Great  is  the  Lord,  his  pow'r  unknown, 
And  let  his  praife  be  great; 
I'll  fmg  the  honours  of  thy  throne, 
Thy  works  of  grace  repeat. 

3  Thy  grace  fhall  dwell  upon  my  tongue; 

And  while  my  lips  rejoice, 
The  men  that  hear  my  facred  fong 
Shall  join  their  cheerful  voice. 

4  Fathers  to  fons  fhall  teach  thy  nam?, 

And  children  learn  thy  ways ; 

Ages  to  come  thy  truth  proclaim, 

And  nations  found  thy  praife. 


a9^  PSALM     CXLV. 

,5  Thy  glorious  deeds  oi  ancient  date 

Shall  through  the  world  be  known  ;. 
Thme  arm  of  pow'r,  thy  heav'nly  ftate 
With  public  fplendour  ihovvn. 
t  The  world  is  manag'd  by  thy  hands, 
Thv  faints  aie  rui'd  by  love  ; 
And  thine  eternal  kingdom  ftands,. 
Tho'  rocks  and  hills  remove. 

PSALM     145.     Part   II.  C.  M.  Ver.  7,  &€. 

The  Goodnefs  of  God. 
i   O  W  E  E  T  is  the  mem'rv  of  thy  grace, 
kj  My  God,  my  heav'nly  King  j 
Let  age  to  age  thy  righteouhiefs 
In  toundsof  glory  fing. 
%  God  reigns  on  high,  bat  ne'er  confines 
Hisgoodneisto  the  fkies; 
Through  the  whole  earth  his  bounty  fhines, 
And  ev'ry  want  lupplies. 

3  With  longing  eyes  thy  creatures  wait 
On  thee  for  daily  food, 
Thylib'ral  hand  provides  their  meat, 
And  fills  their  mouths  wiih  good. 
4. How  kind  are  thy  companions,  Lord  {: 
How  flow  thine  anger  moves! 
But  foon  he  fends  his  pard'ning  word- 
To  cheer  the  fouls  he  loves. 
§,  Creatures  with  all  their endlcfs  race- 
Thy  pow'r  and  praile  proclaim  ; 
But  faints  thattafte  thy  richergrace 
Delight  to  blefs  thy  name.  ' 

PSALM   145.  Ver.    14,  i7)  Sec.  Part.  HI.  C.  M- 

Mercy  to  Sufferers  ;  or,  God  hearing  Prayer. 

*  T    E  T  ev'r?  ton8ue  thy  goodnels  Ipeak, 
-V^i   Thou  fov'reign  Lord  of  all ; 
Thy  lhength'ning  hands  uphold  the  weak, 
Ani  raife  the  poor  that  fall, 


PSALM    CXLVI.  -295 

3s  When  forrow  bows  the  fpirit  down, 
Or  virtue  lies  diftreft 
Beneath  fome  proud  oppreiTor's  frown, 
Thou  giv'il  the  mourners  reft. 

3  The  Lord  fupports  our  finking  days, 

And  guides  our  giddy  youth  : 
Holy  and  juft  are  all  his  ways, 
And  all  his  words  are  truth. 

4  He  knows  the  pain  his  fervants  feel, 

He  hears  his  children  cry ; 
And  their  beft  wiih.es  to  fulfil, 

His  grace  is  ever  nigh. 
g  His  mercy  never  fhall  remove 

From  men  of  heart  fincere ; 
He  faves  the  fouls,  whofe  humble  love 

Isjoin'd  with  holy  fear. 

6  [His  ftubborn  foes  his  fword  fhall  flay, 

And  pierce  their  hearts  with  pain ;  c 
But  none  that  ferve  the  Lord  fhall  fay, 
"  They  fought  his  aid  in  vain."] 

7  [My  lips  fhall  dwell  upon  his  praife, 

And  fpread  his  fame  abroad  ; 
Let  all  the  fonsof  Adam  raife 
The  honours  of  their  God.] 

PSALM     146.    Long  Metre. 

Praife  to  Go  J  for  his  Goodnefs  and  Truth. 

p  T>  RAISE  ye  the  Lord,  my  heart  fhall  joia 

JL      In  work  fo  pleafant,  Xo  divine; 

Now  while  the  flefh  is  mine  abode, 

And  when  my  foul  afcends  to  God. 
2.  Praife  fhall  employ  my  nobieft  pow'rs, 

While  immortality  endures ; 

My  days  of  praife  fhall  ne^er  be  part, 

While  life,  and  thought,  and  being  la  ft. 
.3  Why  fhould  I  make  a  man  my  truft? 

Princes  muft  die  and  turn  to  duft ; 

Their  breath  departs,  their  pomp  and  pow'r. 

And  thoughts  all  vanifh  in  an  hour. 


ao4  PSALM    CXLVI. 

4  Happy  the  man,  whofe  hopes  rely 
On  If'ral's  God  :   He  made  the  £ky, 
And  earth,  and  Teas,  with  all  their  train, 
And  none  (hall  find  his  promile  vain. 

$  His  truth  forever  ftands  fecure  ; 

He  favesth'  oppreft,  he  feeds  the  poor; 
He  lends  the  lab'ring  confeience  peace, 
And  grants  the  pns'ner  fwtet  releafe. 

6  The  Lord  to  fight  n  (lores  the  blind; 
The  Lord  fupports  the  linking  mind  ; 
He  helps  the  iiranger  in  diftrefs, 
The  widow  and  thefatherlefs. 

7  He  loves  the  faints,  he  knows  them  well ; 
But  turns  the  wicked  down  to  hell: 
Thy  God,  O  Ziou,  ever  reigns; 
Piaife  him  in  everlafting  ft  rains. 

PSALM     i*6.     As  the  113th  Pfala. 

Praife  to  God/or  his  Goodveji  and  Truth. 

1    I'LL  praife  my  Maker  with  my  breath, 
J.     <nd  when  my  voice  is  loll  in  death, 

Praife  fhall  employ  my  nobler  pow'rs  : 
My  da^s  of  praift  fhall  ne'er  be  paft, 
"While  life,  and  thought,  and  being  laff, 

Or  immuitality  endures. 
3  Why  fhould  I  make  a  man  my  truft? 
Princes  mufl  die  and  turn  to  dull ; 

Vam  is  the  help  of  flefh  and  blcod; 
Theii  breath  departs,  thtir  pompaud  pow'*. 
And  thoughts  ail  vanilb  in  an  i.uur, 

Nor  can  they  make  their  pnunlegood. 
£  Happy  the  man.  whole  hopes  rely 
On  Hia'l'i  God  :  Hi  made  the  fky, 

Anti.  eaith.  and  feas,  with  all  ti.<  u  train: 
His  .ruth  forever  (lands  fecuie J 
He  fia.vcj.th' oppreft,  he  feeds  the  poor, 

Atid  nvne  lhall  find  his  promiie  vaiu» 


PSALM     CXLVII.  i$$ 

The  Lord  hath  eyes  to  give  the  blind; 
The  Lord  fuopoRS  the  finking  mind  ; 

He  fends  the  lab'ring  confcience  peace: 
Hehelps  the  {hanger  in  diftrefs, 
The  widow  and  the  fatherleis, 

And  giants  the  pris'ner  fweet  releafe, 
He  loves  his  faints,  he  knows  them  well  l 
But  turns  the  wicked  down  to  hell; 

Thy  God,  O  Zion,  ever  reigns: 
Let  ev'ry  tongue,  let  ev'ry  age, 
In  this  exalted  work  engage; 

Praife  him  in  everlafhng  (trains. 
I'll  praife  him  while  he  lends  me  breath, 
And  when  my  voice  is  loft  in  death, 

Praife  fhall  emoloy  my  nobler  pow'rs  : 
My  days  of  praife  fhall  ne'er  be  paft, 
While  life,  and  thought,  and  being  laft, 

Or  immortality  endures. 

PSALM     147.     Firft  Part.     Long  Metre, 
The  Divine  Nature,  Providence  and  Grace. 

PRAISE  ve  the  Lord  ;  'tis  good  to  raiftj 
Our  hearts  and  voices  in  his  praife  ; 
His  nature  and  his  works  invite 
To  make  this  duty  our  delight. 
The  Lord  builds  up  Jerufalem, 
And  gathers  nations  to  his  name  : 
His  mercv  melts  the  ftubborn  foul, 
And  makes  the  broken  fpir-t  wholo. 
Hefoim'dthe  ftais,  thofe  heav'nly  flames, 
He  counts  their  numbers,  calls  their  names, 
His  fov'reigu  wifdom  knows  no  bound, 
A  deep  where  all  our  thoughts  are  drewn'd., 
Great  is  the  Lord,  and  great  his  might; 
And  all  his  glories  infini'f- ; 
He  crowns  the  mffk,  rewards  the  juft> 
And  treads  the  wicked  to  the  duft*- 


*9$  PSALM    CXLVIt, 

Pause. 

5  Sing  to  the  Lord,  exalt  him  high, 
Who  fpreads  his  clouds  around  the  fky; 
There  he  prepares  the  fruitful  rain, 
Nor  lets  the  drops  defcend  in  vain. 

6  He  makes  the  grafs  the  hills  adorn, 
And  clothes  the  fmiling  fields  with  corn.; 
The  beafb  with  food  his  hands  fupply, 
And  feeds  the  ravens  when  they  cry. 

7  What  is  the  creature's  fkillor  force, 
The  vig'rous  man,  the  warlike  horfe, 
The  fprightly  wit,  the  aftive  limb  ? 
All  are  too  mean  delights  for  him. 

8  But  faints  are  lovely  in  his  fight; 
Reviews  his  children  with  delight; 
He  fees  their  hope,  he  knows  their  fear, 

And  finds  and  loves  his  image  there. 

PSALM     147.     Second  Pa rt.    Long  Metre, 
Summer  and  Winter. 

■1    T    ET  Zion  praife  the  mighty  God, 

JLj    And  make  his  honours  known  abroad; 
For  fweet  the  joy,  our  fongs  to  raife, 
And  glorious  is  the  work  of  praife. 

2  Our  children  live  fecure  and  bleft; 
Our  fhores  have  peace,  our  cities  reft; 
He  feeds  our  fons  with  fineft  wheat, 
And  adds  his  bleffings  to  their  meat. 

3  The  changing  feafons  he  ordains, 
The  early  and  the  latter  rains; 

His  flakes  of  fnow  like  wool  he  fends, 
And  thus  the  fpringing  corn  defends. 

4  With  hoary  froft  he  ftrews  the  ground-; 
His  hail  defcends  with  dreadful  found; 
His  icy  bands  the  rivers  hold, 

And  terror  arms  his  wintry  cold. 


PSALM     CXLVII.  i%r 

5  Me  bids  the  warmer  breezes  blow, 
The  ice  diffolves,  the  waters  flow, 
But  he  hath  nobler  works  and  ways 
To  call  his  people  to  his  praife, 

6  Thro'  all  our  realm  his  laws  aie  mown  ;. 
His  gofpel  thro'  the  nation  known  ; 

Ke  hath  not  thus  reveal'd  his  word 
To  ev'ry  land  :  Praife  ye  the  Lord. 

PSALM    147.    Vtr.  7— 9,  13— l8-  C-  Metre>- 

The  Seafons  of  the  Year. 
jt?  TITH  fongs  and  honour  founding  loud,. 
VV       Addrefs  the  Lord  on  high ; 
Over  the  heav'ns  he  fpreads  his  cloud, 
And  waters  veil  the  iky. 

2  He  fends  his  fhow'rs  of  bleffings  down- 

To  cheer  the  plains  below  ; 
He  makes  the  grafs  the  mouatains  crown,. 
And  corn  in  valleys  grow, 

3  He  gives  the  grazing  ox  his  meat, 

He  hears  the  ravens  cry  ; 
But  man  who  taftes  his  finefl  wheat- 
Should  raife  his  honours  high. 

4  His  fteady  counfels  change  the  face 

Of  the  declining  year; 
He  bids  the  fun  cut  fhort  his  race,. 
And  wint'ry  days  appear. 

5  His  hoary  froft,  his  fleecy  fnow>. 

Defcend  and  clothe  the  ground  ; 
The  liquid  ftr  earns  foibear  to  flow, 
In  icy  fetters  bound. 

6  When  from  his  dreadful  ftores  on  high 

He  pours  the  founding  hail, 
The  wretch  that  dares  his  God  defy 

Shall  find  his  courage  fail. 
f  He  fends  bis  word  and  melts  the  fnoWj, 

The  fields  no  longer  mourn  ; 
He  calls  the  warmer  gales  to  blow. 

And  bids  the  fpring  return,.. 


*93  PSALM    CXLVIII. 

8  The  changing  wind,  the  flying  cloud, 
Obey  his  mighty  word  : 
With  fongi  and  honours  founding  loud, 
Praife  ye  the  fcv'reign  Lord. 

PSALM     148.     Proper  Metre. 
Praife  to  God  from  all  Creatures. 
5    "\^E  tribes  of  Adam,  join 

X     With  heav'n,  and  earth,  and  feas, 
And  offer  notes  divine 
To  your  Creatoi's  praife. 
Ye  holy  throng, 
Of  angels  bright 
In  worlds  of  light 
Begin  the  fong. 
a  Thou  fun  with  dazzling  rays, 
And  moon  that  rules  the  night. 
Shine  to  your  Maker's  praife, 
With  ftars  of  twinkling  lighti 
His  pow'r  declare, 
Ye  floods  on  high, 
And  clouds  that  fly 
In  empty  air. 

3  The  mining  worlds  above 
In  glorious  order  (land, 
Or  in  fwift  courfes  move, 
By  his  fupreme  command. 

He  fpake  the  word, 
And  all  their  frame 
From  nothing  ame 
To  praife  the  Lord. 

4  He  mov'd  their  mighty  wheels 
In  unknown  ages  pad. 

And  each  his  -vord  fulfils, 
While  time  and  nature  lafr. 

In  diff' rent  ways 

His  works  proclaim 

His  wond'rous  name, 

And  fpeak  his  praife. 


PSALM    CXLVIII, 

Pause. 

5-  Let  all  the  earth-born  race, 
And  monfters  of  the  deep, 
The  fiih  that  cleaves  the  feas, 
Or  in  their  bofomfleep; 

From  Tea  to  fhore 

Their  tribute  pay, 

And  ftill  difplay 

Their  Maker's  pow'r. 
6  Ye  vapours,  hail,  and  fnow, 
Praife  ye  th'  Almighty  Lord, 
And  ftormy  winds  that  blow 
To  execute  his  word. 

When  lightnings  fhinc 

Or  thunders  roar, 

Let  earth  adore 

His  hand  divine. 
y  Ye  mountains  near  the  flues, 
With  lofty  cedars  there, 
And  trees  of  humbler  fize 
That  fruit  in  plenty  bear; 

Beads  wild  and  tame, 

Birds,  flies  and  worms, 

In  various  forms 

Exalt  his  name. 

8  Ye  kings  and  judges,  fear 
The  Lord  the  fov'reign  King; 
And  while  you  rule  us  here, 
His  heav'nly  honours  fing : 

Nor  let  the  dream 
Of  pow'r  and  ftate 
Make  you  forget 
His  pow'r  fupreme. 

9  Virgins  and  youths  engage 
To  found  his  praife  divine, 
While  infancy  and  age 
Their  feeble  voices  join  ; 


300  PSALM     CXLVIII, 

Wide  as  he  reigns 
His  name  be  fung 
By  ev'ry  tongue 
In  endlefs  drains. 
10  Let  all  the  nations  fear 
The  God  that  rules  above ; 
He  brings  his  people  near, 
And  makes  them  tafte  his  love: 
While  earth  and  fky 
Attempt  his  praife,. 
His  faints  fhall  raife 
His  honours  high. 
PSALM     148.      Paraphraftd.      Long  Metre. 
Univerfal  Praife  to  God. 

1  T    OUD  Hallelujahs  to  the  Lord, 

_l_j  From  dillant  worlds  where  creatures  dwell: 

Let  heav'n  begin  thefolemn  word, 

And  found  it  dreadful  down  to  hell. 

Note,  This   PJahn  nay  he  fung  to  the  Tune  ofjJie  eld 

112th  or  izyth  Pfulm,  if  thtfe  two   Line  be  added 

to  every  Stanza  (viz.) 

Each  of  his  works  his  name  difplays, 
But  they  can  ne'er  complete  the  praife. 

\Oiherwife  it  muflbe  fung  to  the  ufual  Tunes 
of  the  Long  Metre. 

2  The  Lord,  how  abfolute  he  reigns, 
Let  ev'ry  angel  bend  the  knee  ; 
Sing  of  his  love  in  heav'nly  ftrains, 
And  fpeak  how  fierce  his  terrors  be. 

3  High  on  a  throne  his  glories  dwell, 
An  awful  throne  of  fhiningblifs  : 
Fly  thro'  the  world,  O  fun,  and  tell, 
How  dark  thy  beams  compar'd  to  his. 

4  Awake  ye  tempefts  and  his  fame, 

In  founds  of  dreadful  praife  declare  ; 
Let  the  I  weet  whifper  of  his  nair.e 
fill  ev'ry  gentler  breeze  of  ai». 


PSALM    CXLVIII.  3at 

5  Let  clouds,  and  winds,  and  waves  agree 

To  join  their  praife  with  blazing  fire; 

Let  the  firm  earth  and  rolling  fea 

In  this  eternal  fong  confpire. 
€  Ye  flow'ry  plains  proclaim  his  {kill  ; 

Ye  vallies  fink  before  his  eye; 

And  let  his  praife  from  ev'ry  hill 

Rife  tuneful  to  the  neighb'ring  fky. 
^  Ye  ftubborn  oaks,  and  ftately  pines, 

Bend  your  high  branches  and  adore: 

Praife  him,  ye  beafts,  in  dirP rent  ftrains; 

The  lamb  muft  bleat,  the  lion  roar. 

8  Ye  birds,  his  praife  muft  be  your  theme, 
Who  form'd  to  fong  your  tuneful  voice; 
While  the  dumb  fifh  that  cut  the  ftream 
In  his  protefting  care  rejoice. 

9  Mortals,  can  you  refrain  your  tongue, 
When  nature  all  around  you  fings? 
Oh  for  a  fhout  from  old  and  young, 
Trom  humble  fwains  and  lofty  kings! 

io  Wide  as  his  vaft  dominion  lies, 

Make  the  Creator's  name  be  known  ; 

Loud  as  his  thunder  fhout  his  praife, 

And  found  it  lofty  as  his  throne. 
ii  Jehovah!   'tis  a  glorious  word! 

Oh  may  it  dwell  on  ev'ry  tongue! 

But  faints  who  beft  have  known  the  Lord, 

Are  bound  to  raife  the  nobleft  fong. 
12  Speak  cf  the  wonders  of  that  love 

Which  Gabriel  plays  on  ev'ry  chord  : 

From  all  below,  and  all  above, 

Sing  Hallelujah's  to  the  Lord. 

FSALM  148.  Short   Metre Univerfal   Praife: 

i    T    E  T  ev'ry  creature  join 
Jl^  To  praife  th'  eternal  God; 
Ye  heav'nly  hoft  the  fong  begin, 
And  found  his  name  abroad. 
N 


3o2  PSALM     CXLVIII. 

a  Thou  5jo  with  golden  beams, 

And  rr.oon  with  paler  rays, 
Ye  (iarry  lights,  ye  twinkling  flames, 

Shine  to  your  Maker's  praife. 

3  He  built  thofe  woilds  above, 

And  fix'd  their  wond'rous  frame  ; 
By  his  command  they  iland  or  move, 
And  ever  fpeak  his  name. 

4  Ye  vapour?,  when  ye  rife, 

Or  fall  in  (how'rs  or  fnow, 
Ye  thunders  muim'ring  round  the  flues, 
His  pow'rand  glory  fhow. 

5  Wind,  hail,  and  fhfhing  fire, 

Agree  to  praife  the  Lord, 
When  ye  in  dreadful  ftorms  confpire 
To  execute  his  word. 

6  By  all  his  works  above 

His  honours  beexpreft ; 
But  faints  that  taftehis  faving  love 
Should  fing  his  praifes  beft. 

Pause     Fir  ft. 

7  Let  earth  and  ocean  know 

They  owe  their  Maker  praife  : 
Praife  him,  ye  wat'ry  worlds  below, 
And  monfters  of  the  fea». 

8  From  mountains  near  the  fky, 

Let  his  high  praife  refound, 
From  humble  Ibrubs  and  cedars  high, 
And  vales  and  fields  around. 

9  Ye  lions  of  the  wood, 

And  tamer  beafiV  hat  graze, 
Ye  live  upon  his  daily  food, 
And  he  Gxpe&s  your  praife. 

10  Ye  birds  of  lofty  wing, 

On  high  his  pr.iifes  bear  : 
Or  fit  on  flow'ry  boughs  2nd  fin* 
Your  Maker's  glory  there. 


PSALM    CXLIX.  3°J 

tj  Ye  reptile  myriads  join, 
T*  exalt  his  glorious  name, 
And  flies  in  beaut'ous  forms  that  mine, 
His  wond'rous  (kill  proclaim. 
12  By  all  the  earth-born  race, 
His  honours  be  exprefs'd, 
But  faints  that  know  his  heav'nly  grace. 
Should  learn  to  praife  him  beft. 
Pause     Second. 
33  Monarchs  of  wide  command, 
Praife  ye  th'  eternal  King  ; 
Judges,  adore  that  fov'reign  hand, 
Whence  all  your  honours  fpring. 

1 4  Let  vig'rous  youth  engage 
To  found  his  praifes  high; 
While  growing  babes  and  with'ring  age, 
Their  feebler  voices  try, 
€5  United  zeal  be  fhown 

His  wond'rous  fame  to  raife; 
God  is  the  Lord  ;  his  name  aloie 
Deferves  our  endlefs  praife. 
t6  Let  nature  join  with  art, 

And  all  pronounce  him  blefl; 
But  faints  that  dwell  fo  near  his  heart 
Should  fing  his  praifes  beft. 

PSALM     149.     Common  Metre. 

Praife  God,  all  his  Saints;  or,  the  Saints  judging  th; 

World. 
1      A   L  L  ye  that  love  the  Lord,  rejoice, 
Jl\   And  let  your  fongs  be  new  5 
Amidftthe  church  with  cheerful  voice 
His  later  wonders  fhow. 
s  The  Jews,  the  people  of  his  grace, 
Shall  their  Redeemer  fing; 
And  Gentile  nations  join  the  praife, 
While  Zion  owns  her  King, 
Na 


304  PSALM     CL. 

3  The  Lord  takes  pleafure  in  the juft; 

Whom  Turners  treat  with  (corn; 
The  meek  that  lies  defpis'd  in  duft 
Salvation  fhall  adorn. 

4  Saints  mould  be  joyful  in  their  king, 

E'en  on  a  dying  bed  ; 
And  like  the  fouls  in  glory  fing, 
Fo»  God  fhall  raife  the  dead. 

5  Then  his  high  praife  fhall  fill  their  tongues, 

Their  hand  fhall  wield  the  fword ; 
And  veng'ance  fhall  attend  their  fongs, 
The  veng'ance  of  the  Lord. 

6  When  Chrifl  his  judgment-feat  afcends, 

And  bids  the  worid  appear, 
Thrones  are  prepar'd  for  all  his  friends 
Who  humbly  lov'd  him  here. 

7  Then  fhall  they  rule  with  iron-rod 

Nations  that  dar'd  rebel; 
And  join  thefentence  of  their  God, 
On  tyrants  doom'd  to  htlL. 

8  The  royal  finners*  bound  in  chains, 

New  triumph  fhall  afford : 
Such  honour  for  the  faints  remains: 
Praife  ye  and  love  the  Lord. 

PSALM     i eo.    Fer.     i,  2.6.  Common  Metre. 

A  Song  of  Praife. 

1    TN  God's  own  h.ufe  pronounce  his  praife, 
JL   His  grace  he  thqse  reveals ; 
To  heav'n  your  joy  and  wonder  raife, 
For  there  his  glory  dwells. 

S  Let  all  your  facred  paffiom  move, 
While  you  rebeaife  his  deeds; 
But  the  arean  work  of  Caving  love 
Yasur  hxgiKii  gmi.e  exceeds* 


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DOXOLOGIES.  30S 

All  that  have  motion,  life  and  breath, 

Proclaim  your  Maker  bleft  ; 
Yet  when  my  voice  expires  in  death, 

My  foul  mall  praife  him  beft. 

The  CHRISTIAN    DOXOLOGY, 

Long  Metre. 

O  God  the  Father,  God  the  Son, 
And  God  the  Spirit  three  in  one, 
Be  honour,  praife,  and  glory  giv'n 
By  all  on  earth,  and  all  in  heav'n. 

Common  Metre. 

1  TET  God  the  Father,  and  the  Son, 

And  Spirit  be  ador'd, 
Where  there  are  works  to  make  him  known, 
Or  faints  to  love  the  Lord. 

Common  Metre,  where  the  Tune  includes  two  Stanzas 

1  rT~,H  E  God  of  mercy  be  ador'd, 

X     Who  calls  our  fouls  from  deaths 
Who  faves  by  his  redeeming  word> 
And  new-creating  breaih. 

2  To  praife  the  Father  and  the  Son, 

And  Spirit  all  divine,  ^  %      _  ._    ■    ^ 
%he  one  in  three,  and  three  in  ofl4^ 
Let.  Saint*  and  angels  join. 

Short  Metre, 

YE  angels  round  thr  -hroue, 

W  oi  >  ip  a  I  vt  Fal  her-  p*«aJ  k  i& .,  S  H% 
xt :.  a  bi£i-5  us  ispii  m  too, 


2o0  DOXOLOGIES. 

As  the  113th  Pfalm. 
O  W  to  the  great  and  facred  Three, 


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The  Father,  Son,  and  Spirit  be 

Eternal  praife  and  glory  giv'n, 
Thro5  all  the  worlds  where  God  is  known, 
By  all  the  angels  near  the  throne, 

-And  all  the  faints  in  earth  and  heav'n. 

As  the  1  48/A  Pfalm. 

rO  God  the  Father's  throne 
Perpetual  honours  raife; 
Glory  to  God  the  Son, 
To  God  the  Spirit  praife: 
With  all  our  pow'rs, 
Eteinal  King, 
Thy  name  we  fing, 
While  faith  adores. 


FINIS. 


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